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(written in lieu of a Facebook post)
(recorded on our day off)
(released on our country's 'birthday')
Thousands come to see your face,
Your mouth is spewing smoke.
The black smog drifts across your lips
As you spin words of hope.
For angry poor and awful kids
Who love your grip on idiots.
I could laugh a thousand times
But I think that I won't.
Your high opinion, sycophantic friends. I hate their zeal.
My relatives with broken guns in basements know the deal.
You clickbait cronies, viral crooks,
Deniers of the Sandy Hook.
Pimping fear to sell your books,
Lay claim to what you steal.
One day your kind will die,
And i'll hold your wretched corpses to the sky,
But you are still alive, I guess
For a couple more years.
I know i'll miss the ones I love
Who agree with your fears.
But your children, and I, combined,
While you float halo'd in the sky
Will have to deal, (clean up the mess,)
Your choices left behind.
released July 4, 2016
Recorded July 1st, 2016 at Party Tent Studios in Bridesburg, Philadelphia, PA
Engineered, Mixed and Mastered By Ricardo Lagomasino
Produced by Dominic Angelella
Guitar, Bass, Vocals, Etc by Dominic
Drums by Ricardo