There once was a man with a strong voice. He preached change and said that it was the people's choice. He would look off into the distance. So wise was he, the one who listened. Change, change, change. Everything is going to change. Change, change, change. Everything is going to change.
History was made and a lot of people got laid. It was already working, people were porking. Then the day came when change was on the horizon. A celebration commenced but nothing was rising; except taxes, federal spending, and the deficit. Ah, piss on it.
Change, change, change. Nothing is going to change. Change, change, change. Nothing is going to change.
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