Vierzeiler von Claus Hebell
A greeting to all madmen on the thrones
The voters being drowned in fakes and beer
And overhead the music of the drones.
Of understanding even as some scholars like to show
Their wisdom may be bitter but it triggers
Perhaps the endgame of salvation and its mow.
Creates a cheerful tribe of ever growing fat
These masters of their absolute propriety
Can be exterminated by a single swishing bat.
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