Who are you.

Who are you i ask?

i see you a figure in the dark

lusting and lounging at my pride

What i have you desire it away

its been 5 glorious years that you came

you promised the world or utopia

gave me nothing but pleasure of none.

Now you are up again with a begging bowl

not money you request, but my vote

Where were you fucking twit

when the children died,

their fathers their heads that hung by a rope

you pointed fingers at others but

all i saw were mirrors and they showed you

Get lost you scum of the earth

neither my vote nor a breath

my middle finger your only hope

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