The future will never taste like rotten berries,
It will perpetually die inside chemical lines
That one man hides with the grass root
Cloak of deception that everything will be fine
If we just look inward in heart and in homeland.
One white pearl in a mouth of rotten teeth
Will make chewing and swallowing unbearable
Tomorrow for both him and the starving
Children he's forgotten or chooses to ignore.
Because spending is what the refund is for.
What you spew is just multi-colored hate
Wearing a suit of faded paper prints that only
Small men cling to when the past is wearing thin.
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