The Poly Ticks
Introducing creatures stale,
Slick and sly, they leave you pale.
Pompous products, people's past,
Tricksters, liers, leave you last.
Their names be Poly Ticks my boy.
They drain your blood, play life like toy.
Hater of the Dove above,
They shove and push and bite, annoy-
They search the world for food to eat.
Poor PolyTicks, the ground is sweet.
They'll kill the salt for sewage, Watch!
With words unite shall they divide,
In names of peace, corrupt with pride,
False-light they'll shine upon the Seat.
This insect, large in number size,
Shall die against the final Prize,
A win, not gold or coin, but love.
What left is there to write? Not much,
Except that Poly Ticks will fail.
The blood they sucked will leave them pale.
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