‘THE SAINT’

They all say he is a saint
I say he just uses paint
To cover the constant taint
He is the devil’s agent

He seems to think he’s immune
We will set up a tribune
He’s destroyed our commune
And gathered a fortune

We won’t let it slide by
Cus someone thinks we’re shy
We’ll get him, even if we’ve to fly
No business that is shady and sly

We will not lie
Or on our backs lie
We’ll take part of the pie
We’ll them all defy!

Love
Tha Scribbler

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