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The current situation - a dire reckoning - a rhyming poem. |
| Those apropos parameters - Like immigration, legally… When this sovereign nation matters, Lives are lived quite regally! A cavalcade so rich, benign, And mindful of its evolution. Choosing substance by design, A distant bank for each solution… Immigration’s such a nightmare - What a freakish, carefree science. A mystifying, costly flair - Driving such a strict reliance - Victory’s now coldly dead. A storybook of deathly treason. Can’t relations feel less dread? Visions of the choicest reason. Serving people, less frustration… Tons of news is golden now - Decrease spending, just castration. Coughing, sneezing, never bow… Faced with gruesome, noisome panic. Earth does welcome leadership. A parable not quite Titanic. A voyage on some decent ship! |