What must one do, when he is demanded,
By vile slime to wheeze and fall to his knees.
Now with their breath stolen by called “Great” acts,
Great! WHAT! Slavery, what you demand, fact.
Vile slime, in the lungs of a great father,
Vile slime, in the lungs of a “great” nation,
Prey on your gods and accept this molestation
this insidiousness of a situation,
That could have been avoided with preparation.
Here we are now, bare, and dare I write it,
Government is gone, we are left with shit.
No, we are left with much worse than that bit,
Daughter, who watches a father choke, choke,
As he slowly dies because why? he’s broke.