All the brave protesters shouting "I am free,"
Spinning in their box for some pigeon feed.
Rage on their faces, rifles at their side,
"Don't mess with me because I know my rights!"
Convincing themselves much ado about nothing
So much better than a little blue pill.
Spending all your time compensating,
Still at the Statehouse you find time to kill.
A woman in charge simply will not stand,
At least not if you're an impotent he-man
So hide your face because you're brave
And play to the camera your freedom to save.
God knows it isn't easy to be effete,
Another 'Murican gone down to defeat.
Screw the dog, kick the wife,
Nobody can tell you to get a life.
From farm to factory
They said it would be a better
Life and so we upped and moved
Though they did not say for whom.
From working hard to working
Harder the open spaces had
Disappeared in favor
Of canned sardines packed on a shelf.
It is all your fault they
Said and so we redoubled our
Efforts to no avail wages
Stagnant as expenses climbed.
As the good life turned sour
The lie that we were to blame when
There was nothing more to give
Rang hollow, an empty coffin.
One day we will wake up
And take back our lives no matter
The cost, reclaim the power that
That has always been our birthright.
I wonder how many
Misadventures have started
As projects conceived
Ambition rushing out to
Home Depot, nothing
Save twine, a car roof
And what seemed like a master plan.
Splintered hands, frayed rope
Shattered plywood, airborne bed
Witness plans awry.
Who is to blame?
Shooters keep killing
Moscow Mitch keeps on ducking
Problem will remain unchanged
Guns don't make a man
Violence is always wrong
Real men suffer with
Feel less than manly?
The problem is not outside
You must look within