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my identity is assumed

here in eden, i am an unholy hamburger helper

i stand for a state tower

was i ever in liberty, in such an eiffel ferris wheel?

alas, our people have since been oppressed,

in such a depression, but not after my jam session.

let me teach the public a lesson:



day once, rise i before the dawn

where therefore hast my rice-a-roni gone?

i am quite incorrect

whereas i make the indirect assumption as such.

not knowing which circus midget was the one that stole my lunch

must i munch this sordid estate of an egg sandwich i punch?

indeed, you greed, yet i still feed off my seed

i have risen in your america, this america that is the which one i am stating

speaking of which, statements are really unknowingly stated

without really knowing which hate i shaded

you faded, this milk of which is dated

x equals what? x equals what?

my fellow americans, see this grand piano i cut

a finger was lost, at all costs

if i am indeed elected, these problems will be selective

and solved like detective, there's no such word as mullective



we need a box for every house, and a mouth for every food

we must thrive for this solution for this wooden block i glued

the state of affairs today smells like a hamster bag

i've too many venn diagrams in my damn knapsack

louie armstrong discovered the moon, all in a day's check

that bum in the alley was really alex trebek

so, america, ask not what you can do for which country that did for you after you before the

country and ask them which one after the one which did for you.

referring to the country, of course.