You can take my heart, you can take my breathI will watch and see what happens. Perhaps the giant will shake off the parasites and become truly great once more. They have attempted to start down the path to reality once more.
When you pry it from my cold, dead chest
America. I raise to you a glass of Grand Marnier. May you turn around the decay, excise the rot, and grow healthy and straight and strong.
Thank you.
ReplyDeleteNo...thank you. I had pretty-much lost hope for this world.
DeleteMaybe that hope is still there - still holding on - still coming back - in some manner.
So long as we can keep our eyes on reality.
America, Fuck Yeah!!!!!!
ReplyDeletePretty much...pretty much...
DeleteIt is good to see that the pride is still there.