Raven's Syndrome
By The Azure Knight
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"What the hell was that call, man?"\\
"That's clearly pass interference."\\
"What the hell"\\
I ain't got the foggiest idea.\\
It's so raro, officiating so bizarro\\
Thought we run pícaro?\\
Sloppiest drops, play so guarro, vitiated offense paró,\\
choppy, stopped in el barro,\\
dropped, got disparo, shot\\
by the opps, no amparo.\\
Propitiating, hence\\
It's evident, claro\\
A prepensed Taylor Swift, female prevalence exists\\
You ain't a pessimist, don't have to jump through aros \\
To sense the game's been fixed\\
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Goodell, you can tell he isn't well\\
He needs another milly.\\
We buy everything they sell\\
If we don't, we'd be so silly.\\
As billionaires excel, and Voltaire to Orwell\\
Spell out hell that's really chilly, but who really cares?\\
Spare the rich tranquilly, but your fellow man ensnare\\
As the lair of all morbillis.\\
Cause nothing's really fair\\
And cuz nothing really scares more than fellow poor civilies\\
No truth is really there, bellows through the shrilly air like a tearing wet-willy\\
Elon needs another billy\\
Let the mob lose their jobs\\
Profit climb their little hilly\\
Let rich rob, let us sob\\
Let us eat some cake Chantilly\\
Iced, bedaubed, as we bob\\
to a song approved by lobbyists\\
Hate a protestant or your neighbor, devout communist\\
Hate a Mexican or any melanin your opposite\\
Hate misogynist, the 'never save her's, hate a feminist,\\
Hate a populist, hate a hedonist, denizen that benefits the populace, but never wish, rift, or hate against payroll monopolists\\
They just control the politics\\
And policies, economy, commodities, technology\\
Stealth rocketries, oddities and wealth as they solemnly swear \\
loud audibly "equality", fair, but they consciously air towards well-fared Plutocracy\\
T-Swizzle has her era, Ravens playoff game despair a\\
Odyssey of arm chaired and probably impaired aristocracy\\
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Goodell, you can tell he isn't well\\
He needs another milly.\\
We buy everything they sell\\
If we don't, we'd be so silly.\\
As billionaires excel, and Voltaire to Orwell\\
Spell out hell that's really chilly, but who really cares?\\
Spare the rich tranquilly, but your fellow man ensnare\\
As the lair of all morbillis.\\
Cause nothing's really fair\\
And cuz nothing really scares more than fellow poor civilies\\
No truth is really there, bellows through the shrilly air like a sneering threat, villy\\
