Covered with slime
They boast of their purity
Lay waste to the Truth
Slime puddles at their feet
Eddies and runs off
Contaminates everything and everyone it touches
Truth is easier found in a traveling circus
Among the lion tamers and fire-eaters
The toothless ex-con who minds the elephants
The bearded lady and the midget with two heads
They want us to believe that a savior can rise
From the swamp
But though pots of gold are spent to create and sustain the illusion
The guise falls away on close inspection
And every four years the people must choose
Between the lesser of two evils
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