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| A roster imposter infiltrates the Summit... (Just click on it for a clear view) |
On a beautiful spring day
At Molly's grotto
But this time there were five
Instead of four
The old turtle sensed something
In the soup was amiss
So naturally he said, "I sense something
In the soup is amiss."
The others clacked their beaks nervously
And awaited further guidance
The elder went on, "Yes, I believe one of us is chicken.
I can't see his liver but I would guess it also gilded lily."
One of the others chimed in, "You mean we have a lily livered chicken here
Who seems much like those robber barons (Carnegie and Rockefeller) from the Gilded Age?"
"Yes Grasshopper... I mean Little Turtle
Only it seems much worse.
It seems this lily livered chicken trying to pass as a turtle
Is in fact a member of CoNRAgress
And attempting to define right and wrong
By the weight of his pockets
If they are heavy with the 30 silver coins of Judas
The cause that put them there is right
If they are light with nothing but a moral compass
The cause is wrong.
You will find he has proven he can be intimidated by the 2%
At the expense of the 98%."
"But how do we tell who among us
Might be this dumb cluck?" said the littlest turtle.
"Look for a sign my son." said the elder.
"Or review his voting record... whatever."
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