<s>[INST] Can you come up with a poem about corrupt politicians? [/INST] All are weak, all are proud, but reality is, they are all douches</s>\ <s>[INST] Politicians run, while their policies walk
Their promises drift, and their lies usually stalk
The corridors of power, where the weak shift their gaze
And the enablers ply a trade,
So power grows more malevolent, and justice fades
The cheats in the glass house, heading for Hades [/INST] 