Dominici

Corrupt politicians, purveyors of law
Give us daily bread, but not a crumb more
Premiers, Presidents and leaders of men
Fleece us like sheep again and again
All we can do is suffer the grief
And shake our heads in disbelief
A penny here, a dollar there
We?re nickel?d and dime?d into despair
If we should ever come on days
When all would start to change their ways
There?d still be some who would only see
A brand new opportunity
I?d go along and wag my tail
But still they?d throw me in their jail
I watch the news and wonder why
They never seem to catch that guy
He knows the game as well as I
And that is why he won?t be
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