In this great nation of foundling fathers

In this great nation of foundling fathers,
we pause to praise all bastards their druthers.

We have no greater merit to consider,
than the machinations of tax based murder.

We have no idea how greed inspires us,
and how our short tragic history curses us.

All that violence never really happened-
great heroics remain our brave captain!

We are the land of the free, not the slave;
(a good night’s sleep is all we really crave.)

The march of progress goose steps right along;
the corporate war machine sings its song.

Cranky Big Fist continues the cute carnage,
as Darvish watches orphan leaders pout in rage.




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