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And I am not ashamed
I got my two cents
And paid my rent
With Obama’s change
Crashing middle class
Prom dance staches
Amphetamine dream
I have seen collateral damage
In between the seams
Of trailer park ghettos
And smokestack lightning beams
Crashing parties with my
Xanny-crazy friends
Nurses and docs running
Screaming mercy, mercy me…
The antithesis of upper class cruises
Black and blue from childhood trauma
Jonesin cigarette blues
And self inflicted bruises
Chemically dependant snoozin
Dropping E at the playground
Lost dreams as baby’s momma screams
As she unplugs the plug
To fetal reliance upon her belly
These bums tarnish and litter
All their paved gold streets
Walking down these streets of dreams
Final destination of manifest destiny
Corruption of the mind
As corporate profits
Profit wall street prophets
While CNN and Fox muppets
Teach us the ABC’s of life
A: Austerity what a joke
B: Blaming the poor with a Sunday toast
C: Crime is merely the antidote
For injustice…
This land is weeping over its own demise
A terror plot, a terrible thought
Terrorizing my mind
If this is the end of the world…
Where’s my fucking disguise?
Copyright Adam Gaile 2013
