Sunday, 31 August 2014

Uncle Sam is afraid of the Truth



Safety is the big lie.

Uncle Sam's got a problem with
Frosty the Snowman
Uncle Sam wants to  
Bust out the hair dryer thaw him down
And then put him on ice indefinitely.

Uncle Sam's as insecure as a
14-year old prom queen with pimples
Overcompensating for perceived
Body fat and lack of popularity.
Speak softly and carry a bit dick
He's been feeling up the ladies
Mercantile milking economies
And predatoring about in the dark
For unseen enemies.

Uncle Sam's a peeping Tom
Verizon records, Merkel's phone calls
And I think he knows a lot more than
He lets on.
Uncle Sam's been patronizing, profiling,
Renditioning, and torturing
His citizens and his neighbors
For far too long.
There there, Uncle knows best,
Shakes us down for a dollar
Downs another green bottle
Mainlines a McWhopper,
And shoots another rocket up in the air
Uncle Sam's got swagger,
Uncle Sam's got sex,
Uncle Sam thinks he's in control,
Hot air hubris,
Propagandies, and F-35s.
Uncle Sam thinks he's in control,
What a delusion.

Defense spending.
Gluttony.
Incarcerasociety.
The all-seeing eye.
If you're for us big brother,
Then prove it:  improve our schools,
Love your neighbors as you love your
Latest war machines and stock offerings.
The Pax Americana is crumbling.
And the kids are in the bathroom
Playing with Uncle's cigarettes.

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