Take A Poll of All the People

Take a poll of all the people
Purple Public sensing census
Rips itself apart into parts;
In two parts, the reds and blues are
True to news which isn't true

They rile, defile, and ply all their wiles
True to the style to steal the real smiles

The hole in the hearts on the parts of the people
Will reap all the sheep to the keep of the steeple
The babble and burble upon purple faces
Replaces the sheep to their own purple spaces
The people will sleep well both safely and soundly
The senator squirms and he doubts quite profoundly
The purple men won, and the senator's lost
But be back to attack at no matter what cost

As Government runs itself into the ground
Goodnight, little purple men, sleep safe and sound.

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