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The New Democracy
“Keep, ancient lands,” we cry, “your foreign brains!"
Our secret ballots say, “Give me your daft, Your bumbling masters yearning for the reins, Reckless reframers always seeking graft, The hopeless with tempestuous campaigns. We lift our food stamps to the overdraft!” August 2019
From the Daily Whale.
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