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You could so neat flee across the ocean Having set fire to our house with your torch With the ghoulish Hell you set in motion The flames ran you right off our country porch While climbing those Diplomatic Corps rungs In pursuit of an ambassador's post Your children screaming at top of their lungs Could not impel you to land on our coast Sniggering at the destruction you wrought Pretending to the world as diplomat Making good the sweet escape that you sought From those who know you as an alley cat What looked to you like career advancement Looks to me now like child abandonment |
