Art of American Politics & Ethics of living world ( A poem in Satire)

`Now is the winter of (their) discontent`
made glorious summer by this (clever) son
Don`t you ever worry my dear - Glibby
Your thirty years ` jail shall mean nothing, in the end
`Plots I have laid and inductions dangerous`
by legal turmoils two years shall easily pass
and you will remain that-long free outside.
I have less than two years , with my hands tightly bound
and before I leave , thou shall get my `PARDON`
though, nobody is clever enough, yet ,to know
So, my dear, you can keep up your smiling face
just dodge or dig or lie low and laugh
I shall be thy savior,-before I rest or leave.
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