Washington DC
We’re rich, and posh, really fancy
We can afford to blow all our money
On things that were never necessary.
And then other things that we see.
We’re a city of politics,
Debating others just for kicks.
Talking to supporters and critics
And reading on government antics
We’re a city of knowledge
Universities and museums on the cutting edge,
And organizations that pledge,
To end inaccuracy and misknowledge.
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