Poetic-Verses
'' They Personify ''
I'm truly sick of daily strife,
Taking stick all my life,
Just a flick of my sharp knife,
My requests they won't deny.
Another day another dollar,
More affray, hot under the collar,
You're going grey I hear them holler,
With rules we must comply.
Parasitic royals cause more affray,
Their residence is getting old and grey,
Yes, you and me will have to pay,
They love to bleed us dry.
They're always right we're always wrong,
See the light we must be strong,
They are the blight dragging us along,
To their ways let's say goodbye.
Taking from the poor is quite obscene,
You can be sure it's really mean,
We hold the cure so don't demean,
As one we can defy.
Why they refuse is just a riddle,
We pay our dues while they all fiddle,
When we accuse their thumbs they twiddle,
This we can rectify.
Filled with hate at their denial,
While us they slate that's their style,
I cannot wait till they're on trial,
Justice they will not buy.
The evidence presented brings them down,
Parasites demented, in tears they drown,
It's unprecedented they've lost their crown,
Justice we will now apply.
Taken to task they're in a panic,
The questions we ask drive them manic,
They cannot mask they are all SATANIC,
It's evil,
' They Personify '
Taking stick all my life,
Just a flick of my sharp knife,
My requests they won't deny.
Another day another dollar,
More affray, hot under the collar,
You're going grey I hear them holler,
With rules we must comply.
Parasitic royals cause more affray,
Their residence is getting old and grey,
Yes, you and me will have to pay,
They love to bleed us dry.
They're always right we're always wrong,
See the light we must be strong,
They are the blight dragging us along,
To their ways let's say goodbye.
Taking from the poor is quite obscene,
You can be sure it's really mean,
We hold the cure so don't demean,
As one we can defy.
Why they refuse is just a riddle,
We pay our dues while they all fiddle,
When we accuse their thumbs they twiddle,
This we can rectify.
Filled with hate at their denial,
While us they slate that's their style,
I cannot wait till they're on trial,
Justice they will not buy.
The evidence presented brings them down,
Parasites demented, in tears they drown,
It's unprecedented they've lost their crown,
Justice we will now apply.
Taken to task they're in a panic,
The questions we ask drive them manic,
They cannot mask they are all SATANIC,
It's evil,
' They Personify '
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`` They Personify ``
`` They Personify ``
