My brain is locked down
And my face wears a frown
With seventy different pressures to bear
And heart quivering as the time comes near
Time to sit on the throne
Time to face the enemies unknown
Enemies who will place in my hands their miserable lives
And hide behind the skirts of their wives
Expecting me to deliver them from their misery
Without touching a sword or risking injury
It will be frustrating time for me
Alone and exasperated I shall be
When will the fools understand?
Alone, I am but one man
Together we are a stronger lot
Who can battle this veritable rot
Of corruption and despair, and bring about
The happiness that seems missing all around
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