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Snake Oil Free Speech
Snake Oil Free Speech by Odin Roark Listen close Here’s what’s going to happen This is where the rubber leaves the road The father gripping the wheel The mother with Coleman cooler at her feet Beach towels and blankets on her lap Clueless children in the back seat Smart-phone-games dumbing down consciousness You’ll be cruising into the sunset A barren swamp peppered countryside receding As oncoming ocean depth Reflects your personal blood-red sky All the evil will vanish As you leave the highway Slip and slide the sandy road Dodge beer cans and mistake’s exhausted condoms Coming suddenly to destination’s end Your transport will cough its last fumes of gas Your seat’s cushy-springs will explode Like coiled serpents in waiting As icy breath clouds evil-singed windows Welcome to your Last Stop Beach Swollen with humanity’s layered dead-cell cake Iced over with slathered Coppertone delusions Past attempts at escape Now but flotsam washed ashore You’ll try to remain calm But your virtual-arcade will quickly drown Along with my Sunday morning radio voice Gurgling a personal salvation promise Just for you And that’s what’s going to happen The final waves will disappear your sorry lives Until the awaited day of resurrection For he told me so
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