Spare Me

All of your traditions are lies, manipulations, and intricate loopholes.

Just like every war has to erect a boogieman to hide grisly death tolls.

I've heard fear mongers babble on and on about the sanctity of racial hegemony.

Yet their fantasy football picks contains a full roster of smiling ethnic extremity.

Never mind the voices pining away for order and much simpler times.

They quickly forget our foundation of vigilantes and legally codified crimes.

We never was unified in anything past year round political bickering.

The same fib that works in grammar school incites a chorus of nursing home snickering.

Responsible historians weep over their invention of storied golden ages.

This elaborate fraud only works by tearing out a contradictory and embarrassing pages.

I love when pundits drone on about their land as if it were not property of global corporations.

Tell me a story about 1776, your Winchester riffle, and how all of that is threatened by a tiny influx of timid Haitians.

I'm not hypocritical about prioritizing my own comfort. I won't lie about it.

If I don't want to share, I'll say so without scheduling a cable show to shout about it.

My favorite movement is the one about America being first.

Until you talk about the American tragedy of Michigan thirst.

Maybe patriotism is having an account with Bellmont Spring Water.

Maybe it is closing your eyes when an ally engages in wholesale slaughter.

I'm not going to save a world that is cold and capricious.

But I might open up a pet store with an LLC that reads Delicious.