By Emmit Other
(In response to why America is Rotten when asked)
Did you ever drink orange juice and find it milk?
How about stake and find it maggots instead?
The rancid butter that is my home
Is a shining beacon on a hill
And it is a mirage to a man dying of thirst
She promises justice
And her murder police are anything but
She promises equality
And she ships children with cancer to a Salvadoran hot house
She promises freedom
And yokes her own children to a dreadmill to light the sign
Of a dollar general and Waffle Awful house next door
Where it is easier to buy a machine gun than get a working vaccine
Where the ones who howl loudest about the sanctity of the vote
Will do anything to steal it
Where the oldest party supposedly on the side of the people
Sold out to a genocidal theocracy bulldozing babies for beach front condominiums
Her computers changed the world
And she uses them to make satanic addictive algos
And makes teenagers the subject of unregulated psychological experiments
She elects actual nazis who then turn around
And accuse everyone else of being nazis
She builds an alliance of nations to make the Pax American that lasts decades
And then throws it all away by electing a sapient orange turd
The image of America is the wonder of the world
The factual america is a fly ridden diseased donkey carcass
