I’m trying here, but, I mean, come on, in reason,

We all got ticks and flicks, and I’m rather quirky,

But can we all at least agree on one basic thing:

"A shining banker come to lead,

Is something really bad indeed."

Especially a sac of golden moneyman,

Transporting from a city-state break,

Of that tired old-world capital empire,

Representing distant unhappy princes.

And then lets move onto matters of state,

Cause a pug-headed fascist-bleating robot,

Is really rather popular and going to swipe,

It’s excited to accelerate our earth’s doom,

And has no quibble of bending knee south.

And if you are really rather worried further,

Happening in our backyard is a fascist rising,

And upon that we must existentially decide,

Of uniting honestly toward our shared goals,

Or split divisively losing democracy’s messes?

I know you think I have all control, my lost children,

But there is so much beyond my means to change,

And I’m trying to evolve here but I don’t often speak.

And no amount of screaming can help life succeed,

But I’m a mother, and know every party has poopers,

And it smells like some diapers are just full of stink.

And yet, this I know for sure:

A haunting and unhappy prince always straps a democracy,

An unelected and shining banker always gets glitzy-eyed fast,

A pug-headed duke-of-a-robot always lubricates corruption,

And a sexist-fascist-oligarch always cries for more till ending.

I ain’t perfect, but I’m trying my best to be honest here.

But let politician and oligarch fight,

When the poor and knowing unite!