Sweet-and-Low hopes

into a stream of

nationwide consciousness,

While some girl

hangs on dearly

to toothpick dreams

and you floss her life

Between empowered teeth.

Biting down

On all the clout

You've got...

United we wither

into lifeless poles.

And horizons fade out


from young, delusional eyes...

Robbed of pride.

And hanging on

to the glide of an advertised wind.

So I guess

acceptable sin

is undefined

as far as lifelines

you're not concerned with


So keep feeding these kids

the will to starve

Because if that's true

Then the NRA

would have me shoving a barrel

down your fucking throat.

Now whose side are you on?

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