CULL THE CONVOLUTIONS!

Lo the gales wail o’er the calm seas

to whip wild waves and rend poor ships.

Such are our lives rocked by iron rules

that toss our plans; mesh all in webs.

We flail to shore; our verve is sap

The State thugs mock and blast good toil.

But votes are arms to cull this curse

So rise meeks souls; fear not cold mobs!

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