Asylum of Politics
Poetic justice has no rhymes
The streets of Paris full of mimes
Beautiful graffiti created by the blind
Guided tours within the mind
Societal dropouts the estuaries of desires
Sexual frustration without orgasms and no one perspires
Trying to void actions and emotions of disappointments
We scoff at hypocritical political anointments
The government acts as though they’re benevolent
In actuality we know that they are thoroughly malevolent
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