American Zen - Level 2

by The Hippy Coyote

Carry a wallet, with your I.D.

Your ATM card will set you free

For a few minutes, maybe a day

Always something - - in your way

 

Your parents are losers

Who found their dream

American fools -- think they're choosers

Little cogs in some machine

So big, so big

You can't even see

 

What you do and what it's for

Every time you walk out your front door

You've been trained by the big big lie

Taught to work until you die

 

You'll teach your kids the work ethic

Watch them suffer, so pathetic

Saved by Social Security

Your purpose is in obscurity

 

So chew your grass on someone's farm

Protected by the military arm

Until you're ripe to be hung and bled

You'll never even know what politician you fed

The Coyote

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