Doses of dopamine
Some Neo-Solomon to secure the pillars of Rushmore
Fraud and his father parade rape
Flashing hundreds, doing lines in the can

Given to you straight
And still just the bravado of gutlessness
Packed into jars and pickled extinct
Some lame old thing called liberty

Poised a wreck
Teetering
Acrobats without middle ears
Dogs, all hungry, beg the winds up
Bones shown through wounds menu their lust
Blood for ketchup, food for oil

I’ll trade you my banana for your chocolate pudding
Because I’ve got a bad feeling about all of this