Different jokes for different folks, hope the comics can survive. Pay per view, skip the news, listen to it live. No need to rehearse, what's first is first, ain't committing no crime. Got some cash, got my stash, still in my prime. And on and on in that rhyming pattern, spitting truth and defending and justifying, and finally, realizing.
This soup has simmered for days and days, line up the muskrats for the supper bell. Eat your mush first, there is no fruit. Know the opposite is true. Patriotism is the final rope for the hung. The final thread.
Down on the streets, life is nice. Spring has a way. Grass spouting up, flower buds preparing, shade trees leafing up. America's not gone for good, we know the ending. We're not born to be ruled, not raised to be quiet, not conditioned to get tired.