White Noise
Can you hear it, it' on at noon,
impending disaster, approaching doom.
Your vote doesn't count, it's already fixed,
if anyone is left, just pick up the sticks
Who do we vote for, at this point we don't know,
the clown or the jester, it's all just for show.
Pull back it's curtains, shhhh, please don't yell
take a deep breath and swallow, you'll get used to the smell
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