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Oh, hear the big drum bang-a-lang!

And hear the bugles bray all day!

See every tooth devolve to fang!

And watch small children cheat at play!

It was not at all a frabjous day.

Who says dictatorships aren’t fun?

At first it’s just a few who die,

But cancer spreads to everyone,

And all begin to spread The Lie.

It was not at all a frabjous day.

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Though crime explodes while felons rule,

We hide these facts with sharpie pens.

Though prices spike & pedos drool,

The greedy feast on pus-filled wens.

It was not at all frabjous day

Uncaring that the Shining City on the Hill.

Became the Pyre of the Vengeful Kill,

The Garden withers; fruit rots in unpicked lands,

The pickers jailed with handcuffed hands.

King screams Chaos in loud unrhythmic blands.  

We try not to see the cruelty seep, then flood, then fill 

Till many millions die

Why?

It was not at all a frabjous day

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Despite the cancerous cosplay

It was not a frabjous day

It was not a frabjous day

Not in the least or teeniest way

When Democracy dribbled and drabbled away.

It was not a frabjous day


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Roar, Ocean, Roar

The Dance of Billions

The Last Gleam of Twilight

How the Nightingale Learned to Sing

Timeline for RIME

Essays on America: The Game

D4

Essays on America: Labelism

Where Does Your Loyalty Lie?

The Stopping Rule

My Cousin Bobby

Peace

Corn on the Cob

The Self-Made Man

Happy Talk Lies

That Cold Walk Home

Imagine All the People