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Happy "INDEPENDENCE" Day!

We are In an Unsavory Position...

By Diane BallainPublished 5 years ago 1 min read
....and the rockets' red glare....

For You, Today’s America, on Your Birthday- July 4th,

Pinned, prodded, and manipulated-

until it's all disintegrated

into a pile of fluffless rubics,

incognito as therapeutics.

Who is this unseen outfit,

that's searching for my roach clip?

Voices vying for my truth

Downloaded via Bluetooth...

She lurks behind to save us from damnation,

while we work her scheme and tend her plantation...

I'm too hot and tired of making you rich-

with your staunch sweet tongue, you're a tricky old bitch.

Red of blood, blue of tears, white of voids-

high praise and "freedom" for us androids,

who build your arsenals, stacked with bombs...

While in our pride, you string us along.

This America, not my love...

I wallow ill-y, kind of.

Keeping up with the Jones',

We are all left here hopeless...

Happy Birthday, you cunning fox! ;)

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About the Creator

Diane Ballain

I'm just a soul on a roll in this spaghetti bowl of life. These meaty thighs may say otherwise, but I love animals and the outdoors. I hope to entertain by spreading my words as seeds to overgrow the silence many have been made to tend.

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