I'm starring in a great society
Learnin' my ABCs,
It starts with assimilation
Ends with punitive fees
Tied up with red tape
A fourty feeds two, we're left alone to rot
But don't let us catch you smokin' that pot
Living in a great society
What do you know?
Just how to run away
From ol' six-pack Joe
He's barrellin' downtown
Lookin for the reds
Too bad, honey, Castro's already dead
Growing in a great society
Told that I'm a breeder
Liberty's got five digits
I haven't got the subsidies to feed her
So I work by candlelight
She said I was always cheating
Joke's on her, it was from big brother's tit that I was feeding
Running in a great society
If you want to create past her
Just talk to the messenger
And shoot him later
As he falls to the floor, he'll finish the word
They say dead men never tell a story
He said “I always knew the classics were boring”
Whitewashing in a great society
Words are replaced with manufactured terms
And a rose by another name
Would bring a greater return
I fell asleep
Only to notice that the picket fence had been painted
When Sawyer read the deficit at fourty percent,
He was the one who wished to repent
Dying in a great society
What will it be?
I always thought it would be the smoke and drink
That'd get my life taken from me
It was just a wildfire
I was just a stop-gap measure
It was running its course
I've got no remorse
2 comments:
"I fell asleep
Only to notice that the picket fence had been painted
When Sawyer read the deficit at fourty percent,
He was the one who fainted"
I love those lines. Good stuff.
I like it as a whole too, reads well, and it's kind of fun in a depressing way.
Four stars.
The story becomes yours when you let it. I made up the ending, that's why we call it fiction.
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