Fuck,I need a cigarette
And I don’t even smoke cigarettes
Quick to call a liberal illiterate
Only child real mild mannered runt litter kid

What if our response was all deliberate?
That our suffering was none of their concern til it aroused a corporate interest
The systematic culling of the poor in the most elaborate terms
Mass murder in the simplest

And in such dark hours the powers that be saw fit to pervert our movement
To something more invalid
Kneecap the candidate who’s standing up to fight for something genuine

They made me watch them tear his fangs out
Dig his spine out
Core his soul out
Curl him in their lap

And I am not intent on just forgiving that
That said, I will not be counted as a democrat.

The only thing worse than the leader of your movement suddenly assassinated
Is the same leader brutally neutered and then domesticated
Churning out the copy pasted talking points of someone who should only be in the news due to an investigation, not to celebrate his back room nomination
To stutter-fuck his way through denials of a rape allegation
Demonstrating plainly that he’s not fit for team lead at Dairy Queen, let alone to lead a nation.

I’d like to think that every time Jill leaves him struggling to speak,
And parades him for the cameras when he’s lost and he’s weak
That she knows damn well what she’s doing and it’s all payback for every intern he penetrated.

In reality I’m sure she’s just a power hungry monster driven only by her aspirations
And if Joe’s gotta rape a couple ladies, take a photo op and grope their babies, that’s just the means to the end of the whole equation.

Maybe Jill masterminds the whole goddamn operation

Barack’s gonna shut real progress down with a second round of that old Obama obfuscation

Tell you ‘Don’t get mad, Vote’
Knowing he just gutted any hope of liberation

But we won’t forget.
Flint won’t forget
And post-revolution, ‘flint’ will be our occupation
When we burn wall street without mercy or hesitation.

And I’ll say a few words as the first match burns and I’ll still be yelling hoarse at the ashes of the conflagration

As fearlessly Pyrrhus as I am Obama is Priam and we will sing outside the Troy of his home

Til our voices are all that he hears in the depths of his soul

And we’ll say:

FIRED UP!
READY TO GO!

They made me watch them
Tear his fangs out
Dig his spine out
Core his soul out
Curl him in their lap!

And I am not intent on just forgiving that.