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Double Agent
What’s wrong with American Politics? One side pushes the F-sharps, the other demands only G-flats, They aim to please us, everyone, but they don’t act like diplomats. What’s wrong with Americans throwing sticks? They’re pleasing with lying, like fake harps— while pandering to the money, But lately we’re noticing, everyone, we people, we hear something funny. We smell in the R and the D, a pungence that reeks quite the same, an agent against us, the we, you charge them, both of you— in our name.
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