charismatic charlatan cloaking reality  
smile, the day is new
many a mark still to be worked
and left in squalor; penniless and without hope
it is a good show you put forth
standing in front  of a waving flag
speaking of unity and the dreams of freedom
I see the puppet strings, marionette style
eyebrows raise and hands wave
all while Jesus saves and teens rave
craving sustenance I reject the normal modes
seeking instead the dark corners and shabby shanties
where the real humans live
none of this post cold-war propaganda, only hate and fear for the unknown
broken dreams litter cracked sidewalks
dead grasses stand brown in the crevasses
longing for water or sunlight
both of which were banned in the last election
subjugated lonely folks stand single file
awaiting the stamped hand
signifying meat for the masses
if you are not procreating, your digested in the new American machine
shocked, I **** my head thinking of my youth
blue skies and free cheese