About fresh duce and constitutions / Hardy

From the kibola, Charles, the nickname of Narcotics,
breathed: “Poles are rams”,
So he gathered his grandparents, very old,
from its option – cat-right.

He told them, like dukes (formerly a habit):
"The Miracle-Constitution is to make me,
I would have absolutely, as a monarch,
The herd led erstwhile I snorted something.”

Their nation laughed, knocked on their foreheads:
“Are you crazy? Not happy enough?
You want to spoil your life?”
He called them “constitutions”.

...and in 4 years, possibly sooner,
The resident's scream is shameless.
Blowing balloon of buffoon pride
Infamy will break like mediocre spokes,

Leaving, in the past of the nation,
ODium is simply a stale smell.