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Washington Sly
Set upon the podium, devouring the mic
Washington Sly, hands approaching sky
And he is outraged, he shall speak
To contenders he shall shriek
Of whys and woes, worries and whores
Such biting things such men adore
Past mistakes and flaws and faults
Of inconvenience, where it stops
Crowds of bitter, wo and man
Will descend while holding hands
And they'll agree to just lash out
To chase away a sense of doubt
As they sway he'll turn and say
"I'll lead the way!" and so he may
And as they sway they'll chant away
That this is their own new found day
Mr. Government, Washington Sly
Indulging in his own spare time
Will roll a cigarette, breathing slow
And draw himself within doors closed
He thinks of the desert, glare in his eye
Remembering something, passing it by
He draws a conclusion, says not a word
And leans back so cozy with head to the hearth
His name is well-noticed, beneath every roof
People will question and ask for more proof
He'll conduct surveys, investigate trash
Masses to clamor with what he demands
And all will be certain, when we anoint
When the world as a collective just misses the point.
