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Newspapers cloak only to wrap Th' Truth Propaganda-acid is droppin’ our youth It’s easy to see; like pullin’ a tooth No one's in line at the ballot booth Give ill wind time to blow, the rooster to crow There’s a numbing down with the control on slow Plug my ears jus’ don’t say it isn’t so America’s asleep… and America’s snoring If I was Th' Lone Ranger hidin' behind a mask There wouldn't be any danger to the questions I ask Howza ‘bout genocide, dispossession and warfare… a hearty Godspeed? Whatcha say Pocahontas; trade in your feathers n beads, All for an electric blanket and a packet of reservation misdeeds “You bet”, that's what she said while she-smoke-um-peace-pipe O paraquat laced stems n seeds And her chronic cough resembles America snoring If I were a world leader, I would not mislead Th' World I would not miss anything. Miss Amerika knows that it's only a pageant, and that it's only a show isn’t any film in the camera - Then why are we posing this ** No, no, no, Miss Amerika knows… She’s a man infests destiny *** slave with competition ribbons & bows Physical restraint, our lady Liberty reaps all that she sows And her breathy voice resembles America snoring You remember Houdini, not a shackle could hold Cut a trapdoor into heaven t’escape growin' old Guess he just couldn't hack it, bundled up fo' the cold Double-breasted straight-jacket, French handcuffs of gold Freedoms breath got magically cup’d with an airtight stranglehold With much sleight o hand plus reckless feats o daring He conjured up Camelot snoring like Merlin did, before disappearing If I had me a needle for every bubble I popped Bind 'em all like one; you would hear those pins drop… Like a gunshot, like a shot – An explosion of societal erosion Freedoms and privileges dissolve in the roaring circuitry that flows Far within the bald eagle’s skull there’s a thing of Grand Guignol excess, ‘round n ‘round it goes Hey pilgrim, what ‘bout that promise of angel wings & a new shiny halo? It sounds an awful like America blew it ‘cause of the snoring Gol **** and with a revisionist history twist It all (AMERICA th' beooteeffool) can be told (over n over) Until we’re unwittingly sold, And certainly nobody will be particularly ****** A fire side chat ‘bout our lunacy embraces the mantra “Oh, say, can you see…” While I pledge allegiance to everything but thee Gotta lay in the bed made for the brave and the so-called free America is (fill in your favorite expletive) snoring I hear, yes I hear America snoring, snoring - America’s asleep… by "ooznozz"
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Aug 25, 2017
Aug 25, 2017 at 9:06 AM UTC
poem: AMERICA TH' BEOOTEEFFOOL
Newspapers cloak only to wrap Th' Truth Propaganda-acid is droppin’ our youth It’s easy to see; like pullin’ a tooth No one's in line at the ballot booth Give ill wind time to blow, the rooster to crow There’s a numbing down with the control on slow Plug my ears jus’ don’t say it isn’t so America’s asleep… and America’s snoring If I was Th' Lone Ranger hidin' behind a mask There wouldn't be any danger to the questions I ask Howza ‘bout genocide, dispossession and warfare… a hearty Godspeed? Whatcha say Pocahontas; trade in your feathers n beads, All for an electric blanket and a packet of reservation misdeeds “You bet”, that's what she said while she-smoke-um-peace-pipe O paraquat laced stems n seeds And her chronic cough resembles America snoring If I were a world leader, I would not mislead Th' World I would not miss anything. Miss Amerika knows that it's only a pageant, and that it's only a show isn’t any film in the camera - Then why are we posing this ** No, no, no, Miss Amerika knows… She’s a man infests destiny *** slave with competition ribbons & bows Physical restraint, our lady Liberty reaps all that she sows And her breathy voice resembles America snoring You remember Houdini, not a shackle could hold Cut a trapdoor into heaven t’escape growin' old Guess he just couldn't hack it, bundled up fo' the cold Double-breasted straight-jacket, French handcuffs of gold Freedoms breath got magically cup’d with an airtight stranglehold With much sleight o hand plus reckless feats o daring He conjured up Camelot snoring like Merlin did, before disappearing If I had me a needle for every bubble I popped Bind 'em all like one; you would hear those pins drop… Like a gunshot, like a shot – An explosion of societal erosion Freedoms and privileges dissolve in the roaring circuitry that flows Far within the bald eagle’s skull there’s a thing of Grand Guignol excess, ‘round n ‘round it goes Hey pilgrim, what ‘bout that promise of angel wings & a new shiny halo? It sounds an awful like America blew it ‘cause of the snoring Gol **** and with a revisionist history twist It all (AMERICA th' beooteeffool) can be told (over n over) Until we’re unwittingly sold, And certainly nobody will be particularly ****** A fire side chat ‘bout our lunacy embraces the mantra “Oh, say, can you see…” While I pledge allegiance to everything but thee Gotta lay in the bed made for the brave and the so-called free America is (fill in your favorite expletive) snoring I hear, yes I hear America snoring, snoring - America’s asleep… by "ooznozz"
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Aug 25, 2017
Aug 25, 2017 at 9:06 AM UTC
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