Rhetoric
The man knows how to beat a dead horse
One trick perpetually performed
Fun for the first five times
Feign valiant fights and take dives
False silver linings bide time for golden idols
Hands to the sky and feet to the ground
The face of the movement to jubilate dependence day
Erect him bronze effigy for he sent coin cavalcades
Liars hold seats
Eat up the meat
We pawns in cacophony
Point fingers at speculums
