Nest of Skins
Those fools atop the hill are at it again.
Pissing away the money that we never really had.
Another trillion or two in debt.
To fund my neighbor's welfare checks and Cadillac.
Another frivolous war fought by the poor...for rich men.
Another tax yoke upon my blue-collar neck.
Those inside trader-jesters atop the hill.
Lack any respect for America and her people.
To them, we're just an impish afterthought.
An overtaxed and underrepresented peasant.
Those fools atop the hill
(whom some vote for over and over again);
Have stopped working for us.
Coddler of criminals while raping the good citizens.
They only look after themselves.
Building their wicked nests from our callouses and blood
From our fathomless "In God we trust".
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