.:Freedom to Dumb Down Like a Dick-headed Dummy:.

 
I.
 
You can think wrong
Question?  How long?
 
GOD Bless America
 
Full grown with its nose to the proverbial grind stone  
Likened to the dung beetle. Crawling pushing the same shit uphill
Timed out for real…this is the deal. How much more can the 1% steal?
Paper money? It ain’t even real.. For real…YO citizen..  
We see you crawling out to the parking lot
Between the stars & stripes.. Tell us?
What else you got?  
 
YO citizen, you, the one heading home
Lucky you…where some children right now
Thought it more fun sleeping in & around the Superdome
And you know some are like them buffalo who used to roam
Families depleted, many deleted. Animosity?  
It can become real deep-seeded. Believe it… Steaming hot
Screaming for that progress & whatnot
That true lie type of inter-dependence
Just thought we’d mention this
 
GOD Bless America
 
Where famished figures, their futures frequently falling into fatigue
Where financial is always the statement
The one heard. It’s what Kate Smith really meant
From manic to platonic; so masonic  
The way the money talks
The message is…The Spoils are for The Hawks  
 
You can think wrong  
The question is…for how long?  
Bet it’s as much as we’re almost gone
 
GOD Bless America
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
II.
 
 
GOD Bless America
 
And we’re still free…
Free to be dumbed down. Free to get clowned without a purpose
And we can only suppose what the awakened knows  
That it’s a decent reason to curse this
And let us not be remiss..  
That is a whole lot better than being suspect
Tell us, who wants respect?
A relevant revival, how about survival?  
Calling it sundown outside The Big Tent
Because maybe this is what the free plate really meant?
From potty to latch key to arthritic knee  
Free obituaries for every worker bee
Now is this? …is it making sense to the upmost degree?
 
GOD Bless America
 
Now what do you see?  
Another factory closed; another one in its final throes
Awaiting that comeback, yeah Jack.  
What are you waiting on? An even “more” clearer fact?
This is where the home farm says, “Grow your own”
The New Rome…more & more  
It’s what we condone
 
Home alone, here where willing workers they’re all besieged  
Seeking the truth hoping it won’t bleed
2nd and 3rd shift flipping ‘burgers to meet a need
Got that 1% charging rent while defining what’s greed
 
You think wrong; go ahead, try and impede
Question…how long before we intercede?
 
GOD Bless America  
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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visual: ann erpino
 
 
for gil & mumia