We are plagued by the worst kinds of ticks,
And against them there is not a fix.
If they bite you, infection comes fast
And the damage is heavy and vast.
They won’t kill, but the victims will change
And begin to act distant and strange.
At the outset, the victims imply
They’re compassionate—that’s just a lie.
They will promise to give you a voice
And reiterate you’ll have a choice,
But as long as they’re plagued by this pest,
They will fail every confidence test.
As Samaritans they’ll masquerade
And betray every promise they’ve made.
Once they’ve mastered deception and tricks,
There’s no cure for corrupt poli-ticks.
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