Viva la Rebellion
Quick question… If these fucktards in government have their mouths wrapped so tightly around each other’s assholes that they don’t even know where the word ‘Liberal’ came from, yet are constantly using it as some typa divisive means to wagon-up, then what they fuck else are they completely clueless about?
Ummmmmm… Are you okay? That could just be the dumbest thing I ever heard anybody say Do you actually think about the words that come out of your mouth these days? No seriously You just took the spotlight in the hall of WTF? If anybody gets any dumber we’ll have to start gluing mouths shut They just added a new tier to the list of “Get the fuck outta heres”
They whose names we must never mention hate freedom Because freedom means we dont have to believe their lies Which means we have the right to think for ourselves Which means one day we will rise
Biden the Tyrant And his yellow gang of scrooges Uprooting impunity with an intricate web of lies They got their hooks in Daughter Zion Wrapped in perfectly packaged silk As they repeatedly regurgitate the carcass trapped inside
God bless America Halelujia The government is here for you All those times you got lied to and swindled by politicians was all because you didn’t vote Yezzzireebub When you dont vote Politicians magically become crooks and liars So vote like your life depends on it Because it does
Sellout a stadium You think you’re something special Push millions of albums You think you’re something else Try so hard to get on Then forget where you came from Just cuz you talk about it Don’t mean you know where you are
Gettin hurbed by hurbs Gettin penned with the sheep Gettin played by chumps This is all outta hand Can’t say what ain’t kosher Can’t believe what is true Can’t fight with what we don’t have This is all outta hand
I say what I say And you can take it how you want it I’m not oblidged to try to change your mind I don’t need to answer your questions Or react to your antics Or partipate in your boorish mind games If you can’t understand what I’m saying Then I’m not talking to you I don’t explain myself And I don’t pander to tools
Oh boOo hOoOo I’m crying in my cornflakes Every morn is the same ole thing I watch the news And bOoOo hOoOo in my cornflakes because I got no rights And I’m too lame to think of something new And too dumb to sit and think it through
A poet is a seeker who never finds A nomad who never rests A reaper whose harvest is never enough Sowing words like wild oats chasing after wind Falling where they fall in a whirlwind of dauntless mayhem
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