I know who I am
but have no idea who you are,
only who you pretend to be.
Your existence based on lies,
persistence in your bullshit
almost like you believe it
though you know it for what it is
as do I:
false ideals to blind us all
so we worship at your altar,
grovel at your feet.
Another fake,
another cheat.
One more maniac
in a parlimentary seat.
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