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July 4th

Reusable coffee cup with a metal straw My small pathetic efforts Are covered by filth As fumes of rich suited bastards cover our longings in excrement Snatch the medicaid from your dying Grandmother's mangled hand To fill another yacht With fake breasts and Botox filled martini glasses The masses are happy it's July 4th But I can only hope for change As Our rights are taken away Our only crime was being born Without a silver spoon to pave the way

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