America is gone and hope is leaving through torn pockets
The nail of greed sunk deep with the hammer of lust
Laziness' gears greased with the oil of technology
Clear waters polluted with the invasion of septic foreign waste
Elected Jesus shaves his beard with a butcher's cleaver
Drunk on a past generation's stolen wine, debauched he stumbles
A fly herder of wilted dreams in which an eagle becomes a bogey
Please don't piss on my grave or obituary
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Author:
sorenbarrett (
Online) - Published: November 26th, 2025 03:46
- Category: Unclassified
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Good write SB. If only it was as easy as some guy changing his rug / barnet / dodgy wig on his head! You know the guy.
Thanks Orchi appreciate the read and comment. Don't know the man but know of him. How could someone not know of him, he makes a lot of noise.
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