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TV Iconoqueens

TV iconoqueens,

late night show,

and mystery.

Newscast shpeel of oh rockafeel,

Where’s yo money now?

Wrapped up in a blinded bull,

grazing Wall Street pastures,

 

Black Sunday visits again,

in lack of green backs and jobs.

And the people, the mobs,

line up in 21st century bread lines

Only wanting to live,

And be free again,

From mortgage voodoos

and the Repo man's song...

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Written by
william-b-burkholder
American
Published
Jan 3, 2011
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