The Cat's Paw and the Dog'ma(w).

 

Febrile feline
federalists followed Mr.Hamilton
through each crackerdy crevass,
o, them muddy streets
of ol'Philly'town.

The
     Foundling Fathers had such
an overload of hypocrisy
to spread their spreading cheeks
               and shit about
every Man being so fucking lethal
               in it's own toxicity.

Mr. Hamilton was unlike them other men.
Hell, he wasn't even pure whiteman.
   He were an Island boy with some color
in his lineage.  One of but a few founders
who kept sober mind amidst a colloquy
of colonial drunks. Hammy probably
labored more intensely to set up an
infrastructure for this country than all
  the other hard drinkin' patriot party animals.

 Drunk candidates bringin' the
       rum barrel from
       town to town
       to get the manly-man rabble
         'in the mood' for some of that
good old voting along 'party lines',
lined all up to fill their cups.
That was the dawn of
                              true Demo'crazy!

Well'o'well....here they come a'comin'
   for me to get me down for good.

Cat paw swipin' out                         Dogma(w) growlin',
       a needley claw.                                                        barin' them teeth

Bring it all, all the way. Way for all to be going home


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