Made In China
Everything I see
Is made in China,
How could that be?
Mom told me they were starving,
Eat up all my green beans,
So if they're really starving,
How do they have the means?
They make everything I own,
Everything that's for sale,
There's like 600 billion of them,
So how could they possibly fail?
The good old USA,
Makes nothing anymore,
Everything manufactured,
Comes from another shore
We sell bullshoot ideas,
Promises sure to fail,
What the hell is going on?
When did we de-rail?
Maybe we can make more trinkets,
And look for more Indians
and steal their land for a few pennies,
And if they're too smart for that,
We'll slip them a couple of "bennies"
We are the master race,
Or is that no longer true?
Come to think of it, guess not,
Not from the looks of you!
Copyright © Tom Bell | Year Posted 2008
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