Friday, March 8, 2013

Smells Like Exceptionist Liberty


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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