Hear ye, hear ye, one and all! Join we together to watch the fall-of tyrants, evil, foul and base, from their tarnis'd iv'ry tower place. Look ye to DC, once a swamp teaming with mosquitoes. Now the town is turn'd 'round in a drama call'd political theatre. The Village Idiot and Bounders ruling there, think they've the right to ravage and rape the land sweet and fair. Their foul crimes make the very stones reek, sweet retribution do the Dem'crats seek. The scribes and the criers, foul, damnable liars, look they to tell the tales, in a way that's best and won't distress the ones who buy their ales.
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