Under Advisement, OverDone
Plastered wit priorities,
Squinting for the daylight and
ol'fashioned flashbulbs alike.
we never were who we knew we were, but
never settled for whatever we were, And
there'in lies the silly pity (of regret) to end
one's life in.
Can you feel joy in loss?
Of course that'd profoundly inappropriate,
and contrary to the laws of human
But thy secret is safe unto me, (who knows not
what he done,
I, on the proverbial other hand, have failed heart'illy
to fulfill my duties as an amerikan jagg'off.
Sedition? or may'be treason to hang for.
Oh, they ain't done that for years and years
and centuries gone. We are the world's
epicenter of freedumb and troot.
Hey let's ask ol' Jim Crow?
"Were you the oppressed, or the oppressor?"
O my. Either way, they had to cut out your tongue, left ye gurgling
in a roadside ditch on the highway to Glory.
Just feed your rabid disinformation via schoolbooks and the like.
Well, this is turning into vapid juvenalia.
Time to quit as it is Quittn' Time.
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~If it isn't quite over, it damn'well remains to be seen. ~