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DEPRESSION PROGRESSION

I can’t watch the news anymore That ugly orange man is a bore And a pompous ass and a jerk. Him in charge? That’ll never work. We are in such trouble, so deep It’s a wonder any of us can sleep. I find myself in a constant depression. It’s like Americans didn’t learn the lesson In the last of several pointless wars. We were all taught now and before When we sent our young off to die And we weren’t even really sure why. We brought many of them back in bags Left the living in dumps and rags Because we stopped acting like better men In taking care of our sacrificed veterans. And did we invest the money wisely instead? No we chose to obscenely feather the beds Of people who were never under threat And we haven’t wised up. No, not yet. We keep on throwing good toward evil. Like feeding cotton fields to boll weevils We elect criminals without recompense. So little leadership today makes sense. The land we live in today is so strange. Right and wrong have been rearranged. We are lied to and we cheer them on Until almost all our rights are gone, Make heroes out of thieves and crooks Mostly based on fame and their looks. Half of us don’t even know the issues. The rest of us reach for the tissues. Our only solid hope was for us to vote The sad thing is we’re in the same boat And no matter what the right is thinking Our sick national boat is quickly sinking.
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