mine

the deranged song of a bloated grotesquerie

(all that was yours is mine)

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first, draw a line

then claim it’s all mine

ogle at another one fine

with a lust that makes blind

and roar that is mine too

why? coz i’ve a mind to

so hand it to me, sign i do

make it mine, fake it true

this land is my land

this land is not your land

from faraway to your west

to anywhere my gaze may rest

all turns fair when to me it is left

for i am great, nay, i am best

wherever i may roam

shall be mine, mine alone

you and everything yours, i shall own

me to please, the child and the grown

by a very holey writ and grant

shall i lay these hands

that will build the great nation

where greed breeds with no hesitation

rid it of every memory strand

of those that stupidly stand

grind them to ground

or bleed them to drown

this land is my land

this land is not your land

from faraway to your west

to anywhere my gaze may rest

(the song to go with this would be the Dave Matthews Band’s “Don’t Drink The Water”)