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The winds of tyme roll out from sock puppets bobbing in a caustic sea
I fear they care not a whit for you and me
No longer can they pretend glorious virtue
Their hubris and pride will hurt you
The worst are arrogant self absorbed twits
Methinks they took too many hits
Will Obamas usher in an age of fellowship and peace
Or will our nation's wheels run out of grease