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Game Of Freedom

The Risk Of Citizenship

Bittersweet independence inflicted upon
A few more of its citizens by someone who
Is deranged yet has high-powered weapons to play
Deadly games with the populous slaughters the day
Of the birth of a nation. So what else is new?
Soon the hearing of such news produces a yawn.

Any Tom, Dick, or Harry, no matter how sick
Legally is an arsenal, so it’s game on.
We The People are by now also sitting ducks.
I fear leaving my house. The anxiety sucks.
There may not come a time when it’s completely gone.
I’m as safe as a perverted carnival trick.

To the days of Matt Dillon we’ve sadly returned.
Everyone packs a piece. That’s just the way things are
So I’d better be careful wherever I go
Anyone without reason can decide to blow
Me away. Who’s to say that this has gone too far?
Why is our leadership so grossly unconcerned?

A gun or a sick bastard has more human rights
Than a woman by now due to misogyny.
Everyone has their piece to say. This is my own.
Marshall Dillon can’t be everywhere that is known.
This wild west is no place for creatures such as me.
Who is next to be caught in some crazy man’s sites?

A powerful motivator fear has to be
To get things moving toward the right direction.
Politics and the dollar can be defeated.
A nation reflects how its people are treated.
Pro Life means banning weapons of mass destruction.
Freedom now is a game that is played lethally.

Only I Can Clog It!

No One Is Above Me

What is wrong with the plumbing? Everywhere I go
I must flush ten times just to get rid of my shit.
Not that morbid obesity could be the cause
Of the strange talent that I have for breaking laws.
I should not have to pay for the crimes I commit.
I’m a stable jenius I will have you all know.

I had to change the plumbing in all the bath rooms
Before me and my kind could live comfortably.
Anything once used by niggers must be thrown out
And replaced with the best things thus leaving no doubt
That the black stain is lifted almost completely.
I’m endowed with an organ that rightly assumes.

What happened to that bust of Lincoln is for me
To know only. I know that It’s worth a good price
And to the highest bidder it swiftly will go.
If it shows up in some country then I won’t know
Anything of its vanishing. I won’t think twice
Before lying about it. That’s how it must be.

Classified Documents are a feast fit for kings.
They go down somewhat easily. Executive
Privilege is my birthright until my demise.
What will happen to me is a word to the wise.
Other creatures just like me continue to live
Among trash roots and to take them under their wings.