"Fellow" of the Bard's "honorable men"
We've all seen the sneer, image remains clear
Profligate liar, he writes with "forked" pen
To his many victims I shed a tear
To you snide fellow, back painted yellow
"Five deferments" yet still longing to kill
Your gaze is hawkish, fortitude jello
Trading lives for profit...ultimate thrill
Justice is fickle, you walk the land free
Graves bleed on horizon, drip to your bank
Misery, plunder your gross legacy
Tomb of your actions most dark and dank
Conscience of humanity you do prick
Your cell waits in hell...perfidious Dick
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