Who needs a name, if you've got a face?
Seems to be deceit all over the place.
Tried to write the blues, got the blahs instead.
All I hear is politics spinning in my head.
Egos rule the air, no one seems to care,
Truth is in the direction of your underwear.
Your work's been used, your name abused,
Now I'm spinning round, I'm so confused.
Can't they see what they do to me?
Let us write our poems, just let us be.
Write those poems and let the words flow,
comment with a grin, or take your pen and go,
Or are you hanging round, just to bring us down?
Maybe we should leave, instead of sticking round.
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