

Dear AmericaThis glamorous country. A golden prostitute, U.N. Whore. Sell our wares to unwanted customers. Our love of self long dead.Dear America
We are a self-mockery now. commercialize and media-cast perversion. Our children have no morals.
And yet we point the finger. To where, to where? O' greedy child? You have gorged and squandered.
Away our monies go, to pointless destinations. Unfilling and incomplete, always incomplete.
Ignorance is bliss, and our bliss is deadly. Like a rising tide.
And we the children, playing unwarily with our “new toys
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~ If you're paddling upstream in a canoe and a wheel falls off, how many pancakes fit in a doghouse? None! Ice cream doesn't have bones.
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some are mine to keep and tend,
most are yours to eat my friend.
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~ If you're paddling upstream in a canoe and a wheel falls off, how many pancakes fit in a doghouse? None! Ice cream doesn't have bones.
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~ If you're paddling upstream in a canoe and a wheel falls off, how many pancakes fit in a doghouse? None! Ice cream doesn't have bones.
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And into the future breaks a high captain, riding the winds bareback and dialing time's extension.
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And into the future breaks a high captain, riding the winds bareback and dialing time's extension.
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".... in case the sea comes to visit."
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".... in case the sea comes to visit."
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And into the future breaks a high captain, riding the winds bareback and dialing time's extension.
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