They say our lives are excess
that we’re sealing our own doom
Just because we’ve found a way
to hang a flatscreen in every room
We far exceed our potential
while we put it all on display
Taking on debts exponential
Why that’s the American way
Indentured servants to credit scores
We must labor long and hard
’til our wealth spills outside our doors
and accumulates in the yard
Still, we’re better than those bumpkins
who still live out on the farm
Where we go for Halloween pumpkins
wearing our virtues on the arm
Slack jawed dullards who can’t emote
No wonder, seeing how they live
Those people don’t deserve to vote
There’s no value they can give
Suffer illusions of liberty
though their lives seem grim and hard
while the trophies of their poverty
are up on blocks out in the yard
‘suffer illusions of liberty’. that line will stick with me for a while.
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not all illusions are suffered
some are benign
not telling the difference
a sign of the time
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