Victory Lap

When the flames engulfed

The home of the brave

The stampede toward the border was in vain

Faces palmed, faces paled

As the wall they said would make them great

Could not be scaled

When the free market

Fundamentalist steps on a roadside bomb outside Kandahar

Bleeding to death

I swear to Ayn Rand

I'll ask if he needs an invisible hand

You say not all cops

You say not all men

Yeah you insist it's only 99%

There's nothing new for you to learn

Ok, sit back, relax, and watch it all burn

Colossal waste, of energy

Talent upon the talented

Freedom upon the free

This whole damn beautiful life

Wasted on you

And me

God, are you there?

It's me, in the denim jacket

Are you receiving my prayers

Through the noise and cosmic static?

God, are you there?

Can you confirm that I'm on the right goddamn planet?

The day the rapture came

Forgettable event

The clouds, they opened up

And not a single person went

To the chromatic whistle of a, carousel calliope

Stomp the citizens of our clown

Idiot, dingbat society

Uh

Ah, stomp