we begged for change and got new quarters
voted Blue because Red was Orange
scared the piss out, it got gory
different masters same old orders
got fresh new gerrymandered borders
nickel and dime we never counted for much
just like a bad penny in an old lady's clutch
What if we don't exist at all
instead we're just a ghost
Were we even a soul before
our curse as affable party host
greeting guests and opening doors
What if we cease to be at a glance
before our guests begin the dance
What's a god her them or we
and why not let us be?
Antimerican antimericists lay lyricing and lyred
post-portmanteauing bloodsuckers and pigs to pigpires
Finchly chattered while ferreting the fire
at times
though we're not certain about the mind
our words are limpet mines
on a rusting barge listing, trimmed aft and circling
bouncing betty boomerangs bound to blast the deck to bit
s
scuttling us with our passions and mad fits
neither Charybdis nor Scylla had spines
not even if you nail it down
she brings a crowbar, she's well-renowned
she doesn't believe in nations, you see
no borders or locks or property
she steals everything she can see
"If it's not being used, then fuck you gently!"
she sings out, laughing as she runs down the street
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