The centuries old one-percent ring
Is holding it's annual Spring Fling
This one celebrates
All the never too lates
Of it's 150 year old sting.
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Aye, Eye, and I walked into a bar
But we didn't get far
Without deadly night shades
And three metered mades
So we hightailed it back to the car.
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Accidentally existentially incidentally oxidentally Uncle Sam he yam
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Hello. Is this Washington D.C.? May I speak to a politician?
What a nice thought, Sir or Ma'am, but no. Those who are not participating in the " orgy of greed and avarice" are either sleeping it off or getting ready to go back over there. May I take a message?
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