We are going Roundabout on the Roundtable
Rounds upon Rounds
Punching the punching bag to denegrating pillows
We are Rigging, just as we all Rigmarole
In every hub that vents, lies a mole
Our Father who art in heaven...
in Hallowed... these hall of godfathers
Yet we have the patience of the pastor and his parishioner
ready to perish for their commission and commissioners
President, all that we know about you is dent
dented
Contestants, you are doing a good job at hiding your satans
Electorates, the fool nobody rates
the fool that bears the brunt of beer rates.
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