“People.” Creeps speak of “the people”;
These presumptuous creeps’ll make me hurl.
They’re swindlers, thieving ripoff villains
Who are venting their blowhard pride. . .
Hide their real aims—they’ve lied,
Acting for their billion-
aire swindlers.

Mother’s take in vain name “the people”;
These preposterous people make me hurl.
They’re just blurtin’ bromides.
That’s all they’re blurtin’.
A spieling team of aholes
That make me laugh,
On floor roll
They’re just mumbling words,
These turds, really cursin’
We the people.
Creeps who speak of “people”
From the bucks-giving people
Take the word. . .

While they’re cursin’
All but special-i’ persons
Who dig down deep for these trolls;
In their pockets are the pols
Who are mumbling words,
These turds who get pursin’
From the people,
Deep-pocketed people,
Who are running their sheep shills—
Friggin’ scourge.