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-- Pleasure Tastes Great In Red!--

Addicted to diction,

With conflicting

Prescriptions

From competing

Physicians,

I'm dying from sickness

In the wealthcare system.

Our nutrition

Is based on

Corn-laced fiction,

Advertisement

Superstitions,

And a pill for every

Devised affliction.

We're born into life

Under welfare

Conscription,

And destined to die

From dereliction.

Make sure to vote

For the best

Infection in the

Next election,

As they raise

A toast

To their own

Reflections.

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Written by
mike-bergeron
American
Published
Jan 30, 2013
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