Angel of the North - No Prose Rose

Agent Rose, refrains from prose, 
Rhyming is her style. 
The world awaits discovery, 
A STARS go in exile.

Madonna's giving no-jobs, 
Jay Z has gone Beyonce. 
GAGA screams Zeig Heil! Zeig Heil! 
Members of Clinton's Ponzi.

The jig is up most everywhere, 
If you don't already know. 
But there's another truth out there, 
That Patriots know.

I spoke with Lagenomai once, 
About the cost of gum. 
He promised he would show me, 
The world has just begun.

We'd have Star Trek utopia, 
Devoid of Dirtycops. 
No longer walking honour's beat, 
The madness had to stop.

DG forshadowed for you all, 
In his tomb about THE MAN. 
There was one opponent, 
Against which evil could not stand.

Too many silly gum balls, 
To STAND and STOP and STARE. 
"He said just grab the fucking machine! 
All the gum's in there!"

So we raise a Margarita, 
To the hero's of the day. 
Who by now appreciate, 
The game has gone GODs way. 

Algorithms scouring drives, 
That backup the INTERNET. 
Will cleanse the world of enough evil, 
On that you sure can bet!

Every email you ever wrote, 
Those texts you long forgot. 
No longer private secrets, 
Those days are gone, WHY NOT?

Good men and women in law enforcement, 
Will clean up their own ranks. 
Then go get the rest of them, 
And toss them in the TANKS. <------- span="">

For every revolution, 
The SALE of truth goes round, 
Captain's and Cowboys wanted for HIM, 
From the end of the world, to your town!

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