The state of?

THE STATE OF?

What a bullshit state
Liars at every gate
Seems we’ll all capitulate
Con men, cor-por-ate

We’re running out of hope
Mothers with babes in arms can’t cope
Snakes and charmers selling dope
Beat with a chain or hang with a rope

Wild winds pushing fires
Salesmen selling buyers
The lost on stapled flyers
Driving hard with four flat tires

Life is like chasing a tornado
Minds turned into mixed up play-doh
I’ll follow where ever they go
We’ll all jump off the bridge if you say so

Black board writers with chalk
I can’t think as fast as they talk
I can’t run as fast as they walk
Weak can’t hide while the powerful stalk

Snow falls flake by flake
The avalanche coming isn’t fake
This much overhead we can’t take
Weight of the world made my back break

Drops of water called rain
Splash against my fatty brain
Accumulate to flood the plain
You’ll find me drowning in my house of pain

I might not be the smartest
But I’ve always tried my hardest
To be put on the save list
Remember I am a starving artist

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