Make America Grate Again

Don’t care whom it ravages: this land was always Thine. Circle wagons, shoot all savages, and things are (once more) fine. The Swaggarts, Bakkers and Miscaviges will soon be judenrein. For far too long we’ve been contrite. The best of cleaners scours. We’re gonna give them fight or flight (for far too long, they’ve gotten flowers). There’s nothing wrong with being white: or claiming what is ours. Remember when Strom Thurman ruled? A time when men were men. For decades we’ve been wrongly schooled: the sword subdues the pen. Though King and Evers had us fooled, we don’t get fooled again. America was always mean, until we lost our way. The atom bomb, the mud marine – Pacific equals prey. You’re eighteen? With an A-15 you’ll always get your way. We don’t need Confucian. We’ve got Roger Stone. Disregard the Constitution – we’ll do this on our own. Clear Catullus? Lucid Lucian? Our wisdom is home-grown. We bow, but only to our owners: faceless, taxless, they: they’re so rich, they give us boners: they never leave LA: we worship them. They’re known as donors: we gave the store away.