The loosest of cannons, and not real cordial, I wheel and turn down a course I see medial. This game that we play is profoundly primordial. Your denial of it is insentient–asphyxial.
There is drama played out on the fringe of our lives! "Fringe" freshens the lifestyle, reviews proscribed archives.
Lo, some cook it with dung. You eat it with chives. For some life’s a curse, but for "you"? Life’s a crime...
America, her heartless cruel,
Her policies of pain . . .
She's crippled millions needlessly...
So just a few can gain.
God? Hear my mourning plea.
Please help her see the light of truth…
From sea to shining sea...