The mud joins itself to the innerworkings.
Boards of dishonest men.
Their fellowship of profit, the trouble it brings.
The rackets they defend.
Their hidden agendas ever rotten.
Never decomposing properly- sodden.
A colony of million-dollar maggots who inhabit a cheese spread.
That infects the world with every disease poverty bred.
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