Reductio ad absurdum

A little man atop a dead horse
sings a song for valor
come fight with me
he sings
join me in my quest
I'll adorn you with collars of freedom
drown you all in riches

stop the greedy, feed the poor!
come to me
you feckless serfs
I'll heal the hurts that haunt you
one hand pumps his dick
the other cups his lips
over the hill
there be dragons!
with me lies your salvation!
for my hands are tied in the deeds of destiny
is there some kindly soul
whose charity could feed me?
Written by DystopianMelody
Author's Note
Unfortunately, just because it's absurd, it doesn't make it any less accurate
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