Somehow idle in the park
With a Roosevelt mask on
I passed out change
To those would would take it.
I won't tell you which one
Just to make you angry,
Cause love like danger
Is abusive by its
Presidential nature.
You, Mr. Kennedy,
Are not my family.
Beneath this hill the city
Sweats out its diversity
And if it was all too good for him
And his army of twins,
Then it sure as heaven hell
Wasn't good enough for me.
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