And the eyes bloated tadpole's tail,
lungs infected by porcupined phlegm,
stung with the sharpest pin of hell,
poisoned with fanged ideological gale,
and the bloody intestine in hunger fell.
The innocence of molten soul,
melting with hardened ice cream of fire,
raped by denuded intelligence with a mole,
its neck tied in political strategy,
hidden in vacuum colored wet promises,
and the stomach suffers the fragrance
of corrupt diarrhea.
Till you feel nauseated,
totally dehydrated,
your vote-selling mind caused you pain,
your pocket is totally drained,
your face swells oyster's mucus,
the future of yours constipates dysmenorrhea,
and everybody is kneeling in malarial agony.
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