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In the everyday common phantasmagoric marketplace
Where masses are electronic bottle fed from cradle to grave
Alice is forever running from the axe to off her head
Way way way up there on the mythical big monster hill somewhere
Suitman wears a huge clown face and says, ' I solemnly vow by the power vested in me.'
And such promises and five bucks may possibly buy you a disposable cup of Starbucks
Or clucks if not too afraid to spend the drift of all that is to be paid
Oh, opposable thumbs encumber some incumbent hole every crumb must be spent
We hold these truths to be or not to be self-evident
(Just what is the suggestion?)
So how's the health care? Yea, c'mon in the watery fine the murk and mire
You must resign yourselves to greatly lessened expectations
Worship the power and glory only of your great nation's
Exalted leader, such a repetitious repeater of obviously facile fallacy
Should be accorded status at least equal to supreme divinity
Or all shall perish whom neglect to faithfully keep apace
In the everyday common phantasmagoric marketplace
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2013-11-28 at 16:48
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