Be Gone.

The power has gone to your head.

An unforgettable leader made a mistake,

and now we are stuck with the dread.

All we look forward to is break--

since it's the only thing stable that can come from you.

how did we end up the unfortunate ones? 

It would be for the best if you ended up with the flu. 

You do more crying, than you do enforcing the laws. 

At least a principle hasn't lasted 

more than two years. 

So hey, we hope you'll be gone soon too.

 

 

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Comments

lynn0217

Cool

lynn0217

this poem is soooo horrribleeeeee

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