113 Wreaths On A Branch

"Sonny, how do you do it,?    
how do you stay so Fit ? "      
I say, "I know how to be Independent."      
       
tell the pigs in blue    
to go die in a stew      
tell those whom try to take away control,      
they are unwanted troll      
I seceded from the North,      
I will steer my own course      
You so much as take a picture of me,      
and your end you will meet      
       
'I Control Capitalism, Burn Hollywood Down'      
       
I live in the woods, hunt my own food      
no Doctor nor Shrink, the clear, white brook is my sink      
No fancy books or personal cook, my look is my look      
call me a jerk, and I'll carve you like a woodwork      
       
"I Control Capitalism,  Burn Hollywood Down"      
       
I will live until I am 113,      
you're fat,    
pills took away your lean      
for me: no gov't, for me: no death      
I live among holy wreaths      
Holy, thus I will never breath my final breath,      
because of your prez., you will know an early death      
       
Control Capitalism, and it all falls down.....