Parasitic Revolution
Most everybody can handle a few parasites.
Eventually it reaches critical mass.
The body runs low on flesh and fresh laughs.
From the inside out, flesh begins to slowly collapse.
America's body is infested with parasites.
The rich, powerful, and the thoroughly corrupted.
Are flaying the good people to sate the parasites.
In hopes of gleaning. votes from their dependence.
When they run low on good people.
The malnourished and entitled parasites
will turn on those that have fed them.
Let's call it a parasitic revolution.
From the progeny of good people.
and enlightened parasites.
A new virgin middle class will arise.
They'll replenish equilibrium....
A new age ecosystem, if you will.
In the meantime, the socialist buzzards
and communist hyenas
are moving in for a sniff.
Note that an elephant is never easy prey,
especially when wounded and perpetually played.
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