That foul diesel cloud belching from your loudly-modified
pickup smells of apartment freedom to me
Those factory-extruded, double-meat-byproduct, corpro-burgers
clearly smack of the good life
Your pridefully-loud ignorance sounds like illiterate
afghans dumbly mumbling the Koran: In
arabic
Looks for sure as if that fool global warmin babble
turns out to be just expensive elitist nannying
That new car perfume intoxicated and seduced me into
signing yet another unaffordable loan
The tastes of colas, candy, chips, whitebread and
hotdogs are part of our Traditional Family Valuesä
Sounds like you should probably learn to text in
Spanish even though you still caint read inglish
We can view the future without worry or guilt after
pledging our imaginary souls to a fictional savior
They just can’t mask the smell of stress despite
deodorants, perfumes, bad breath and wicked gas
Growers are not paid to breed for taste: important
qualities are shipping stability and visual impact
Our ordained progress is surely reflected by the amount and
volume of our loud and random noise
Looks like we just need unplanned sprawl, mindless
consumer spending and foreign credit to thrive
These spent automatic weapon cartridges reek of our
uninfringeable birthright to ejaculate guns
The tang of melted cheese mixed with over-salted
burger fat makes me need to keep my mouth full
Just the sound of him cracking open a fresh beer
makes me want to suck down at least half a dozen
It’s so easy to visualize them heathen terrorist
perverts plotting against us from insida filthy caves
Our town’s landfill overwhelmed me with the putrid stench
of my bloated and decaying consumerism
It’s not an issue now, because nobody alive knows the actual
flavor of non-manufactured food
I heard their big lies spun endlessly from a thousand
different sources and, lo, I too, could believe
Now I don’t ever even perceive those things that
might contradict my digitally-implanted beliefs
The fragrance of mower fumes and RoundUp keeps me in
touch with my land - Our über-green lawn
Feeding on those agent-orangey artificially-cheesy
puffs perfectly epitomizes my food philosophy
The angry din of purposeless explosions captures the
full intrinsic meaning of our patriotic holidays
Grand Canyon smog is the visual metaphor for our
glorious coal-fired-air-conditioned freedom
I was enveloped in the patented aromas of the
conglomerate eateries while strolling the food court
Chewing sugary breath mints stops me from offending
and keeps that way-overpaid dentist rich
The ear-splitting racket of fat Harleys echo my
pre-digested ideals with a media-redneck eloquence
From our lofty and divinely-self-granted, exceptionist viewpoint,
the world begs for our guidance
I am totally committed to focusing only on the scent
of money as my guide in this greedy pilgrimage
Hey, savoring Bin Laden’s death was worth each life
and every penny of the $trillion it cost us
Each of us makes sure our own noise covers everybody
else’s and that keeps us all from going berserk
It appears to me as if our outdated and crumbling
infrastructure has just always been this way
I internalized the smell of sacrifice as he lost his
sphincter when the IED ripped off his legs
We grazed on a smorgasbord of tasteless humor, acid
cynicism and air-popped sensationalism
Once I heard the Word, I could tune out anything else
that upset, bothered or conflicted me
I
still saw myself as I never could have been - despite my injuries,
obesity and metabolic syndrone
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