Thee one that which was quite crap,
Yes, it is he whom we want wish back.
Because the baffoon that replaced he
Be senile, sterile, and filthy.

Cold to the bone,
This man’s grans carved the stone
Into which this pans out all monotone.
The founding fathers would cry and groan…

For, it is the puzzle they do not see,
Instead caught up in odd fantasies.
Particular political controversies
“But big corpa cannot commit felonies…”, right?

…Is what they cry from above.
On their organisational clouds of fluff.
Where they’re blinded by self-indulging interest,
When those in charge should be having them under arrest instead.

Crimes against humanity, against every animal and every plant and each every species of living being. Hell, the planet itself of which makes up one gigantic living organism in the ecosystem that swirls around our very heads and burrows beneath our toes at all times, is to become if we are not careful.

I hereby declare that every legal matter must be settled by either a match to the death, a game of chess, or with the the defendant stating “my tummy hurts” which acts as a worthy bypass (because everyone knows when they tummy hurtin’ da brain aint workin’).