By Mike Pollock
It’s simple, just another wrinkle
In the fabric of space time, color outside the lines
That’s right I lied, I never even said that I’d try
Red palms made redder beat against remorseful hides
Syndicated crime, this is the measure of our time
Momma’s always working so baby’s left behind
But risen, light separated through the prism
Court system’s a sham, so are the prisons
Life sentence, behind bars, sitting in our cars
Smoke and fumes detract the masses from the melting rebar
These are the stunted lungs of society,
Exxon Valdes, leaking bile deep inside of me
Penny for your thoughts, on second thought you're the enemy
Extra fees, for the tea leaves and fuckin’ tyranny
Evil deeds, sheep lead blind to the slaughter
News machine leaks insight to the cannon fodder
Police blotter, but the girl was only stealing water
Meanwhile a father’s weeping tears over his only daughter
Someone stand up and tell me when we finally can
Expect this war on Americana to finally end?
A finely worded e-mail, getting ready to send
Delete the whole thing and start over again...