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Confidence Man
For you could see that as he walked along
The fetid filling in the walls dispersed
As the cracks reformed
The paving below mourned
And another naive child emerged
The nouveau frames, encrusted with gold
Edged and curled from the tombs
As did the aged and withered floral paper,
which peeled and suffered the corrupt move
And men, women few, who sat in the same pose
Peered towards the young man
For they knew, and he knew the scale of control
He’d gained from democracy’s wretched and erupting plan
