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Americanism

By Peacock Secrets


U.S. hoax tradition.

A faux religion of foe-ism.

A democratic fallacy.

In reality?

It's imperialism...perilous.

and parlor tricks, 

to truth, impervious.

Serving to erect a vast series of

otherwise impotent

liars and fiction-ers.

A cabal of parishioners

All called poli-trick-tions, ugh!

Each ole boy's a bored, boorish boar

a slippery, sad pigskin bag

of bigoted bones.


Come quickly folks! Cast your votes!

Come cast these swine your pearls!

Swallowed back whole,

By black holes.

Proud Boys and girls.

Dying to live and abide by

their Holey Brible.

A Shit holy scroll of power.

Inscribed on stoned tablets,

or capsules,... or powders...

Honestly, any drug or addiction...


Or illegal sexual predilection.

Heck even the Kama Sutra couldn't keep up

with their quadruple bass-ackward positions!

How else could they manage

to screw their own mothers?

and fork over future generations?


Their commandments teach

them to vote in favor of whatever

profitable “prophets” preach.

Preying on the impoverished public.

Never full; 

feeding whenever, wherever, 

forever!

Whatever!


Washington DC.

Capitol of Dee-sponden-Cee!

Paved by Industry-Paid Political Puppets.

Pinocchio Posse!

Living it up! 

At large!

In “The Big House” on the hill.

Lavish life-for-death sentence;

So they kill real ni**az at will.

All to keep their claws in the till!


Snubbing Harriet Tubman,

(also known as Araminta)

This Mint makes bills

with Ben Franklin's grill.

"Will we be boasting a Black lady

with bravery, brains and will?

Or revering a rich racist and rapist?"

Guess which one White folks pick, still!


For ages their sages and enslavers

have been passing the “bravest”

and “boldest” legislative bills.

Legislating legal loopholes within,

so they can screw the law!

Drunk on cocktails,

Cockadoodle doo!

Wearing the One Ring,

so they can rule them all!


This un-religion's depraved priests don't turn the other cheek,

Unless it's to speak

out of the side of their necks,


Or from their second faces.

“Hey! You better people better stay

in your lesser places!

Stare at your TV screens

advertising the American dream!

Sleep through scenes

that deported Dreamers dared to dream.”


I want to scream:

"This nation is sick!"

"Quick, Where's the Doctor...

King?!"

He can only dream in his grave.

Americanism betrayed

and murdered his dreams.


Assassinated civil rights leaders

Dead dream-weavers!

Knives in the back

Lead bullets in the head

full of the alphabets

CIA, FBI, ICE,

Do Re Mi

No songs of Solomon, See!

Brothers and sisters,

These are songs of the dead!



“Under His Eye,” in a pyramid

pernicious plans get laid

Aye, the Devil's debts got to get paid!

Nightly and daily,

demo-crack-ic demons daydreaming

up this daily nightmare.

Their faux-litical puppets practicing

our patriarchy's unpatriotic tips:


Number One is:

Silence the lambs being led to slaughter.


Next is Two:

Keep Count of Your Sheeple.

Asleep in mindless temples and steeples.

Sell them Matrix blue pills of bliss,

"Don't whine, drink wine,"

"Go get high"

"Smoke some dope; choke on coke"

"Pop a pill.”

“Guzzle it with a swig of this Flint, Michigan swill"


Number Three is this:

Watch While We Wage World War Three.

"Don't worry; America means free!"


Owner of half

the world's nuclear fryers.

Yet, only nation to ever use them;

Yeah, Murica's got priors.

Yet U.S. poli-sick-tions say:

“No one can be trusted with nukes...

Except us.”


But, that's just

like trusting a carjacker:

"Here are the keys to every school bus!"

"Drive it around, genocidal GI Joe"

But he's two rap-sheets to the wind

Every living being is aboard

How do you think this trip is going to end?!


I remember when

a shaman of Americanism

shamelessly declared our

demagogues as demigods

Dubbing our Presidents

"Leader of the Free World"

Quick Query:

Who are “the free” supposed to be?

Did you mean

the eight billion human beings

with no chance to vote on

their "Leader of the Free World" democratically?

And who are the Unfree World

supposed to be?

If I want to join, would they let me?

Me and the millions of Americans

who have never agreed

with certain racist U.S. presidencies.


Because the electoral college rules this fraternity.

Upperclassmen in the upper classes

Serving villainous masters:

Mr. Greed

Colonel Corruption, 

and the Head of Hedonism


All the while, presenting to the world,

their green-statued whore,

a back-stabbing money-grubber,

posing in New York.


While her blindfolded “justice”-minded sister 

keeps tipping her scales,

in her joint sex-ions of Congress.


Their impregnable pregnancies

begetting them three:

Narcissism, Racism, Capitalism.

Their seedy secular trinity.

Shaytan's nameless new theology!

Shamelessly disguised as an ideal democracy.

From the only country

that snatched its name off of two continents

then claimed it as ours via Monopoly.

"This is America. Go back to your country!"


Hoax and Hypocrisy!

We've never been a democracy!

And we never will be!

Peaceful Protestors

are losing their liberty.

So you choose!

Which one will live freely?

Your mind or your body?

Brain cells or prison cells?

Tell me!


Ok! Smart choice.

Dear listener, dear reader!

Now, hoist your glass,

Toast the Elephant and his Jackass!

To the world's leading,

two-faced, two-party,

fork-tongued system.

Our founding fathers' fastest growing 

global religion!

All Heil...........

AMERICANISM!


By Peacock Secrets




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