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So long political amusement

No muse will ever try to curse

Your so delusional intrusion of bygones

Into testimonials - in buds! - yet to surface

At dawn or dusk! Or never...

Mind your foul system’s play

Or just give up your so righteous a pretence

Of never ever losing to tipping off the scales

By lacking guts!

If so… just go plunge,

Forever biting dust!

The lots are any day now

To be drawn:

Take whatever comes to you

With or without Lord’s contempt,

Overt regrets

Or hapless hopes…