Heir slick meister
You speak my language don’t you
You don’’t
I am surprised
I thought you carried a Rosetta Stone in your pocket
With your technology you knew
what everyone was saying and thinking
Could it be
that the record keepers just don/t tell you everything
What
,
you have something in your eyes
I understand
Just blinkum
I am told that your favorite color is red
that it was emblazoned upon the sands
Of the middle east
Seems that it’s existence was denied
Just another fable conjured up by the other side
Tall tale or not where did the money come from
to move men and their war machines
Woe is me
as the story grows so does the schnoz
Wink, wink
The latest mendacity coming from the bowels
of the udder welt
Promises were made
Only to found untrue
Taxes shall be imposed
The middle class will bleed
Elders will be shunted aside
Left to die
The young will be caught up in a boondoggle
With no jobs and no money
Because those that have
No jobs, no education, no motivation
Will be given the fruits of others labors
Open your eyes and look at Europe
In the short term you may have a loyal electorate
But in the long term
They shall wither on the vine
Their house of cards will collapse
No more Winkum und Blinkum