A TWENTY-FIRST CENTURY 

DIRGE FOR AMERICA

Another dead song for a dead man

A dead art in no man’s land.

“CENSORED”

For Being REAL
As they stop the world,Judge and destroyall that which theycannot make
Or see.   

FOR WE THE PEOPLE BELIEVE IN …

Anarchy Archery Douche-Beggary38 Flavors & Fifty Stars Officially
And nothing more.
For to say the least  it’s yourApathy Banality AbsolutelyAn Analogy, Abruptly. America SoBlow MeFrom Sea to Shining Sea &Lovingly Bitterly Swallow Me

In Poverty

“Amen”

Or ? You can Literally Be, Continue In The Middle OrSee-Dream OfVespucci, Liberty With SymmetrySynchronicity or Being

True.

So Are We Truly  Free? 
Re-discovered or The Undiscovered CountryLand Of The BraveThat Has Never Truly Ever Seen

DEATH.

“Up-Close” 

So America I ask you beg you Please;

To 
Tax Me Take Me Fuck Me Love Me And Then Silently Leave Me
In The Dark.
But Please,Don’t Use Me, Tread On MeAbuse Me or Ever Break My Heart
“Again”
For NowLady Liberty is walking the streets & Looking To Make A Buck, & Is   Saying  “Heeeeeeeyyyy Chhhhiiiinnnna”
How Are You?
While, like an angry lover, Jealous, she watches your 
EVERY 
“Move”
And Domestically, MajesticallyAnd Carefully
She says ever so softly; PAY UP.
So,
Democrat Republican Soccer Mom White or BlackWelcome to the Homeland The Tea Party & The Land Of The Numb

WHERE WE THE PEOPLE, ONCE BELIEVED

Once …

BELIEVED
In This, This World 

 IN FREEDOM

And Not Merely
The Dead Sound, Dull Thud Of It,As It’s Soul Is Bleeding Out.

(Don’t Tread On Me)

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R.M. ENGELHARDT 2011

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