The conservative ideal of no brains, no balls
The talking head on tray cart wheels
Give the right parties, kiss the right ass, brown nose, and move up the corporate ladder
The hierarchy wants you to slobber on their robes, or fear them, or suffer under their rule
Go to all the right little schools and, play all the games and, you can be a smart little prick
Alivia stands behind the throne
The Republicans might be called "Authoritarians"
The Democrats might be called considerate scumbags with a conscience
The cups are half full these days
It's all lies and advertising, you are being controlled and, herded into a box.
Poetry from the book {Bunny Hop} by Artist
Troy Richard Thomas
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