eating from the trough again
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stuffing his mouth with glory
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biting the hands that feeds him
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because he thinks he's worthy
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absorbed in his deceit
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the lies are subtle in which he snorts
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to justify his inadequate morals
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he rolls in mud to rid himself of the shame
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and cleanse his conscience
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with his snout in the air
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he knows
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a hypocrite of his own breed
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pale pink skin covers up greed
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he consumes yet does not produce
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this sty is his pity palace
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Snicker at the Swine
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| Gatsby's American Dream |
