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Political Portamento I

A group of barbarian grotesques attempting to appear fierce

The chest thumping barbarians

Howl illogical babble

And fling nonsensical excrement

Into the air

Scary in behavior

Yet intellectually stunted

They present a badly played portamento cacophony

Derived from a poorly chosen root note

These uncivilized primitives will chest thump

They will intimidate

They will berate

They will attempt to confiscate

They will try to subjugate

But in the end when when we refuse to negotiate

Our Life

Our Liberty

And Our pursuit of happiness

They will be forced to abdicate

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