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[louisadkins]

Spontaneous creativity, here you go.
(Take a guess who it was written for..)

""This Man is your Man""
by L.D. Adkins
March 20, 2014
(Filk based on "This Land Is Your Land")

CHORUS
This man is your man, this man's not my man,
He carried hatred, across the mainland,
For fallen soldiers, for gays and lesbians,
This man was made for you, not me.

ONE
As I was watching, he embraced misery,
He spewed forth venom, called it delivery,
He offered false words, preferred the pillory,
This man was made for you, not me.

TWO
With every step took, he turned his back more,
Ignored the needy, the sick, and the poor,
He brought out bigots, rotten to the core,
This man was made for you, not me.

THREE
As he grew older, his words grew bolder,
The darkness in him, consumed and smolder'd,
His mind grew sicker, his heart grew colder,
This man was made for you, not me.

FOUR
And in his last days, he held warped dogma,
Sought not forgiveness, but yet more drama,
And so he passed on, leaving great trauma,
This man was made for you, not me.

FIVE
So now his soul's here, standing before you,
His day has come now, his debts have come due,
And so I send him, down to his home true,
This man was made for you, not me.

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