The Crying Game

I think it’s not fair, I think it’s a shame,

But we all end up in the crying game.

Like the tears of a clown, or one in a pillory,

No one is exempt, not even our friend Hillary.

We cry when we’re happy, we cry when we’re sad,

We cry at heroics and the deeds of the bad,

It’s deep in our nature, but maybe because,

We see our friend Hillary in the Wizard of Oz.

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