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Shame

To the tune of “Fame

Shame makes a man think things over.
Shame reins him in, so he won’t follow
Lame higher-ups whose goals are hollow.
Shame.

Shame, it’s in your brain, it’s just the flame
That halts your change and keeps you…sane.
Shame.

Shame, but you work for Merrick Garland.
Shame, you must think about tomorrow.
Shame, what you need you cannot borrow.
Shame!

Shame, “Your life’s mine.” That’s his line
To claim your time; it drives you to…crime.
Shame!

You know it’s not the best you could be.
Could you really be this bad?
Special agent, station chief,
Ten years to go. Just hold on.

Would you do it again if you knew?
Shame, shame, shame,
And you thought you were too cool to fool.
Shame!

Shame, bully for him, chilly for you.
It feels an awful lot like…pain.
Shame!

Shame, shame, shame, shame, shame,
Shame, shame, shame, shame, shame,
Shame, shame, shame, shame, shame,
Shame, shame, shame, shame, shame,
Shame, shame, shame!

Shame! It’s your name.

Feeling dismay,
Hell to pay.

David Martin

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