Spinning, spinning ourselves out of control,
Mad whirling dirvishes, choking on the smoke
We gave ourselves. Wear a mask, take your pill-
It's a slippery slope, crisis of logic currently pressing
Its little finger on the human temple causing the hugest
Headache. Magical charade lying over desolation,
Deceit in no short supply.
America, America! God can't shed His grace no more on thee,
You see, or maybe not, killing yourselves. You can't damn the man
While hooked to the crude I.V. Sit in hot, boiling steaming,
People screaming for help from flooded-out buildings, but you
Can't hear shit from 30,000 feet.
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