On his finger, a smudge of ink,
An author now, he cannot but beam;
Hopes, fears, so much to think,
He’s willed his future, per his dream.
He’s lent his power, of course,
He cannot possibly worry every day!
And is it not wise to outsource,
To those so beyond all selfish sway?
For him, do the leaders speak,
As for everyone they’ve been chosen by;
For him, do they serve and seek,
The future, the we implied in their every I.
They legislate on God and tax,
Define the cess, as also sin and excess;
True servants, they let him relax,
Even give convictions all must profess!
Wait, what’s the true causal link?
Who's it that rules, who does represent?
On their fingers, a smudge of ink,
Could there be a more potent reagent?
An author now, he cannot but beam;
Hopes, fears, so much to think,
He’s willed his future, per his dream.
He’s lent his power, of course,
He cannot possibly worry every day!
And is it not wise to outsource,
To those so beyond all selfish sway?
For him, do the leaders speak,
As for everyone they’ve been chosen by;
For him, do they serve and seek,
The future, the we implied in their every I.
They legislate on God and tax,
Define the cess, as also sin and excess;
True servants, they let him relax,
Even give convictions all must profess!
Wait, what’s the true causal link?
Who's it that rules, who does represent?
On their fingers, a smudge of ink,
Could there be a more potent reagent?
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