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A story about a boy and a girl
Playing a slow jam
Aura of red, blue, and uncle Sam
Bonnie and Clyde on the lam,

Driven by a single suicide plane
9mm and shotgun on hand
Terrorizing the free
Wild west oppressed land,

Wind blowing
Blowing wind across
The sand,

You see what was the thought
Robbing dozens of people shot
Bullets whizzing by
Pull the patch over the eye,

If I can't see it did not happen
If I can't feel I can't sense
If I can't sense then it won't be

What won't be?
The act, fact
Actual, and factual
Mind glazed habitat
Constitutional that constitutes,

Dropping the animals
From militant red parachutes
The CIA and Terrorists in co-hoots
Pulled like a weed from it's roots,

Midnight air broken silence
Government clout
Common citizens shout
This famished land
Nuclear winter drought,

We come back to feeling
Sense knowledge and knowing
Look out the window
Frigid heart snowing,

Showmanship show
Political dictator no glow
No room to grow
Feeling divided a Nation of foes,

Secluded stuck up nose
Like a back alley bum
Why is we all have
No inner cloths?

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