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All right, for some reason the other day, I got really REALLY pissed at America, and this is what happened. I need some help to really make it flow, but I'm not sure. I mean, the end and the beginning go together, but the middle is just kind of out there. Some help? Thanks!

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Attention holiday shoppers!

Morality is going cheap,
And discount ethics are on the rack,
The price of freedom is kind of steep,
But there’s a limited warranty for your money back!

Microsoft is selling souls,
Because they ran out stock,
Liquid honesty is ten bucks a bowl,
And free integrity comes with every pair of socks!

Liberty can be smoked outside,
While the Bill of Rights wipes a nations ass,
But hey, we’re all in it for the ride,
As long as Salvation can be had fast.

And do I hear a bid for a genuine hallelujah?
I’ve already got twenty-one for bootlegged damnation,
But I’ve got to run because God’s trying to sue ya,
And I can’t wait to hear Gabriel’s allegations.

Who said the free?
Bcause the Free Market is too mighty,
To be in the hands of the Free people,
While it’s all just so exciting,
To have all our dreams steepled,
On top of the church of atheism.

So before Big Brother tells us what he knows,
And gives us a big slap of realism,
Let’s drive into the economy’s dieing throws,
Pulling out our plastic credit cards.

Lets flash some of that beautiful green,
To buy a piece of the American heart,
And package the American dream,
Then send it overseas to work,
For mere pennies everyday,
Under the thumb of yesterday’s dork,
Who founded the B.L.A.

So sing your song of monster media kings,
While the cheesy plot of democracy,
Stomps the shit out of the worlds big cities,
As our whatchamacallits fill the air with may-day screams,
Oh yea, that’s the voice of our morality.

I almost forgot what it sound like,
To hear it cry into that broken mike,
Of frozen forgotten truth spikes,
Trying to get us back on it’s side,
Instead of boxing it out for easier stuff,
Because we can never have enough,
Of the money, power, faux love,
And morality makes catching ‘em all, all too rough,

Because I just want to kiss someone,
Is that so much to ask?
I only want to feel beautiful,
When I finally take off that mask.

I’m lost in a world of digital enhancement,
Tall, thin women filling my TV screen,
Anorexic, haughty, collagen enchantment,
Tears me apart and makes me scream,

Because in a land that’s supposed to be free,
I don’t think I should have to pay,
For the necessary million dollar surgery,
Anyone needs to look that way,

Only I guess I forgot,
That money doesn’t mean a thing,
Plastic is used to pay for plastic,
Jewelry, and the all powerful ‘bling bling’

For the rapstarpoprockcountrypoetgaygirl power,
To build up their broken glass towers,
And pop out CD’s like eggs from a Queen Ant’s bower,
Till their mafia mangers finally go sour,

And pop out a deal that can’t be beat,
A gimmick they know won’t fail,
They’ll pull it out from beneath our bloody feet,
And put American on sale.