Red State
Behind the curtain interwoven, stitched in rations
Of self-allocated logic swallowed in pathological
Addiction to the allocation of fate by self-direction and God
Simultaneously as if fortune and burden are in no way systematic
War is a proving ground, a righteous act of musts
No debate, because the monsters are forcing the bishop
To take the pawn, threaten the queen and the knights play along
Revving pick up trucks, rattling gun racks
White-tail trophies bagged in Iraq
Rural jobs programs for military sacrifice
Justified like a prayer that every son and daughter comes home tonight
Honest love and swallow the cause
Like bacteria in the bread tinting the yellow on the front lawn
Eat this in remembrance of me
Those that died so that you may breathe
The Trojan horses are coming to fell our buildings
United airliners gas tanks and squealing
Memories on loop newscast playback
Moses hold up his hands over the Amalekites’ attack
God’s favored people
Exodus social programs, not in my red state
Atlantic cross to farm cotton rows and clans formed
Williams, Johnson, Smith, names assigned after the ship
Generations divergent, put a tint on the culprit
Failure, poverty, tragedy, society,
Flip the script empower the hint
Of a constitution being trampled
Founding fathers and amble
Wisdom from aristocratic slave-holders
Who framed the scenes,
Billion-dollar corporations lobbying the means
Of production, health care, retirement, stock price adjustments
Externalize the mathematics and find home in the blame tragic
White-out of logic, pray to God, for a lower tax rate for a prospect
Of the pie is so big I might just get to taste
Apple-flesh-skinned blood from the red state
Mexican building my roof, off-the-books labor
Booming cheap Texas
Californian debt apocalypse over promised
Terminated and characters amalgamated
Into one face blue or red castrate
The one-party system pachyderm or jackass
Procreating in assumptions that we could never see each other
In the other
Voting against our self-interests
Based on a marketing campaign and Jack Abramoff
Promising congressional staff options once this payoff has passed
Muster on the floor, no vitriolic filibuster to detour
The flag of freedom, everybody pick a color, claim a spot
Because we go told all you could choose was a dot
Think one way, pick a side, moral obligation
Ideology of the mob, self-identity morph the illusion
Question the capacity of a pickup truck to a prius
Resources and delusions, of doing more together
Than apart, bickering for benefit of puppet strings
That profit from a billion hands supporting a single shoe
Keeping the barrels pointed, two men standing
In an elevator aiming at each other’s forehead
Books quoted, lights flickering, pockets empty
Close camera security monitoring the whole thing
Standoff, two-thousand and twelve floors
Up and down, up and down
Wires shaking, but the men ignore the sounds
Thump to the basement free fall in place
Trigger fingers itching and at the last minute
Over the intercom in comes the phrase,
Pardon me sirs, the election results are in
Presidential exchange democracy again
You sir get a free shot to peg Mr. Red in the leg
When we get back to the top Mr. Blue you get to do the same
Repeat, reload, repeat, reload, new names, same show
When the hell will we exit the elevator and see the purple in the penthouse?
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