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
Copyright © Ashley Gleason | Year Posted 2025
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