There is a world, a land, a nation, a plan
Fenced off from the weak each day of the week
We hear about the penetration of the nation
Subjugation, dehydration, infatuation, graduation
There is a world, a realm, we sit at the helm
one nine zero, location: heroes
That freedom fough for lost long ago
Instigation, extracation, dilation, liberation
There is a world, a loss, a lot of gloss
Much debate, procreate, privelege gained
Doubtless of cost.
If you plant your tree inside of a fence and tell the world
“Have none of it!”
expect no harvest from the tree
Will you die for our philosophy?
Now, I hope you enjoyed my poem, yes it’s about the nation today, but regardless you may be wondering “Why the fuck are we reading this fairy, twinkle-toes bullshit bro!?” Well, I am sitting in a hotel room right now yelling at the shitty wifi, wondering why it wont let me log into my FTP. The podcast will go live Friday, but we will go back to Wednesday next week.