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Not Getting Up

There’s a chill in the air, the sky’s gray.
It’s that apocalyptical day
When the man I despise
Takes control – I’ll not rise;
Yes, it’s under the covers I’ll stay.

Leaving for Canada

I’m leaving, I really can’t bear it.
I’m not coming back – there, I swear it!
On this rotten day
I’m up up and away!
And my Obama T-shirt – I’ll wear it!

Protesting

Look out for me man – I’ll be there,
With my tatts, and my piercings and hair,
And my friends arty-farty;
We’ll ruin his party
By shouting out loudly: “Unfair!”

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