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The Wisdom of the Supreme Orange

Sold by orders of the old Orange king  
damned the grand canyon becomes a sea of oil,  
as millions puckered up to kiss his ring,  
 
In tattered rags the blews now poor drab things  
thankful for Rouge-Leaders few cents of toil  
sold, by orders of the old Orange king...  
 
As from state rest camps migrant voices sing  
Praise Him, who's smog saved their rations from sun's spoil,  
as millions puckered up to kiss his ring,  
 
(The sky, dark, from slag-heaps fug, still burning,  
smog from coast to coast churns the spoiled earth moils  
sold! by order of the old Orange king!)  
 
As seas rise Antarctica keeps warming  
to a sweet place to drill for gas and oil  
as millions puckered up to kiss his ring,  
 
Now, Rouge-Leaders state " From menses... No school!"  
you read and write, we've no use for more skills,  
you're sat on your fate get used to it, fool...  
 
We'll find suitors for you, just play it cool,  
till we give the nod then go for the kill,  
Now Rouge-Leaders state " from Menses... No school!"  
 
And keep your hand on your Vag, that's our rule  
we'll not allow the use of sheaf or pills,  
you're sat on your fate get used to it fool,  
 
Your body will provide womanly tools  
the schools will just teach about some false will,  
Now, Rouge-Leaders state " From menses... No school!"  
 
You'll get used to work, just like the mule,  
hell, you're women now with wombs to fill,  
you're sat on your fate get used to it fool,  
 
We'll find a guy you'll obey, not too cruel,  
He'll keep you preggers, hell, You'll be fulfilled!  
As Rouge-Leaders state " From menses... No school!"  
You're sat on your fate, get used it fool...  
 
The wisdom of the Supreme Orange decreed  
only registered Rougers can own guns  
and abolished that nasty word of "greed "  
 
So when the Supreme Orange Leader needs  
you must give and give to this Supreme One  
the wisdom of the Supreme Orange decreed  
 
That only the chosen will get taught to read  
You'll not need that, the chore of voting is done!  
And abolished that nasty word of greed  
The wisdom of the Supreme Orange decreed...
Written by Rew
Published | Edited 19th Nov 2024
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