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May Their Tribe Increase-A Dream

Out there you see a snob,

With a close cut bob,

Masquerading before a mob,

Ensuing a provocative throb.

Out there you find a cheek,

With a prying beak,

Manipulating over a freak,

Anchoring over a leak.

Out there you espy a wicked,

With a  hairy thicket,

Lobbying for a ticket,

Beneath a  picket.

Out there you notice a  treacherous,,

With a  gait hideous,

Unfolding a crime nefarious.

Beside a pit ravenous.

Out there you  meet the stupid,

With a pulse tepid,

Bearing a grin placid,

Below a spring rapid.

Out there you  greet a  bribe

With a nostalgic vibe,

Devolving  a sensational  prescribe

Nurturing a  false  jibe.

Come , let we sing to appease,

Come, let we act to please,

Come , let we  call  with ease,

May their tribe increase.