America's War

They come to me as runaways from home,
I make them feel not alone,
With one needle I put their minds at ease,
If they are a female I can do what I please,
After that first high, they''v e gotta have more,
They come to depend on me, these are the kind of people I adore,
I'v e got your son stealing for me,
I'v e made them blind, they can't see,
I've got your daughter working the streets,
Your daughter best serves me between the sheets,
Thank you government for turning a blind eye,
For those senators, governors and congressmen who all get high,
Bill Clinton who didn't inhale,
For voters who allowed him a second term as well,
I have and never will use drugs myself,
I love my money and am conscious about my health.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2008

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