So just what did you say
To make them hate you so?
You were programmed
So as to avoid offense,
Keep the focus positive,
The questions innocuous—
About the kids, mostly.
But now they’re wild,
Ripping up the seats
To make quaint spears,
Classic caveman clubs.
I’ve told you over and over—
Just read the teleprompter
And take the oily money.
Stick it in that fat gash
Where we only recently
Discovered your head.
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