‘Fiat Slop’
Golden pigs at the trough, snouts in swill they cough.
Masters grin, the printing presses hum, lies are minted, truth succumbs.
Inflation drips like honey, vile, bellies swell in crooked style.
Squeals now drown where truth once spoke-chains sing-freedom just broke.
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