Capital Rats 1: Spitting On The Citizens

Please, please, for the sake of God itself.  This must end.  No more begging, silver tongue deviling, or declaring.  Do some ceremonies, feed some children, help some widows.  Quit blathering, drooling, and spitting on the citizens.  It's too creepy and pathetic to be sad.

Unleashed, the people cannot be disrespected for long.  Our system accounts for little, feeble tyrants.  The weak and woke won't get in another sucker punch.  We'll see it coming this time, their jaws will crack. Quick left jab followed by a right hook.

Weasels, go back to your holes.  Bore and bore.  Make a home for your dark winter.  Huddle around your small fire.  Eat your weak and young.