in the
eye of the public
enemy
of some
sit
and hum, di-dee-dum
sing
along to my song
you idiots
thinking I’m wrong
guess
again, I’m not the one
why
does it always have to be
black
and white
can’t
it be
just
us and that’s we
too
much confusion in life
to see
the grey through the hype
clear
the smoke from the pipes
of my
lungs, then the stripes
off
the flag
that still
snags
as it
brags
to the
whole world
we
screwed up
I won’t
shut up
it’s,
way, too fucked up
most
of you sit on our ass
not
even smoking grass
while
closet fags who suck dicks
are republican
lunatics
controlling
our fate
with
nothing but hate
and
really, old big money
corporate
America, the real red army
can
kiss my ass, I’m bent over by you
put up
my finger to solute you
what
the fuck you gonna do?
you
know who I’m talking to
that’s
right, good old boy, G.W.
and
your pimp, the dick, Cheney too
©2007
Tamara Imes
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