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there is light behind the baseball hat

the president steps away from the field

a group of intruders, smiling cats

The oxygen bombs are rolled and wheeled

A cool bad guy with a ‘stache

explains what yet to be revealed

he calls the nation an imperial rash

and that peace that can be won

by letting the future spark and splash

beyond the violence in the sun

the president is much to fun

and falls as soon as he tries to run.