Oh, God... I see what all the lies were for!
Why they counted every lie until they piled on the floor
Waved them in our faces til our eyes were fucking sore
Because now a lie means NOTHING anymore!
We are what we eat
And you are what you legislate
You are just an obstacle that’s blocking us from Medicaid
So I am done being gentle.
Here’s your voting record
Now keep your eyes on it while you witness our potential
CHOKE on our potential
You, so quick to fashion something sacrificial from the sentimental
You, so quick to tell me what’s essential
Who can’t wait to have their condo built so they can look down and spit on something residential
Shit on something genuine to make them think they’re consequential.
I said it
I’ll repeat it
I’ll sing it in the streets,
If need be, I’ll build the temple.
I will pound the pulpit down into the ground
Sounding out the gospel of the General.
And I abhor war, but I would proudly be your general.
And know that I would sooner die singing out in battle, than seated at a table to negotiate or settle.
I will beat my chest, as a gesture of success, or to try and slow the rattle.
I will be a galvanized wrecking ball that serves to guard the fragile
Those of us composed of skin and bones, who have lost their jobs or homes, yet who are fed upon like cattle.
The fence is coming down, and the farm shall be dismantled.
And all you well-off moderates can clutch your fucking pearls and sweat the scandal,
In honesty, I like the sound of that enough to sample.
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