American wrapped in bacon.
Tasting like death and cigarettes.
Left hand justified and correct.
Liberal posture, disrespect.
Shoulders slumped and drooling.
Re-spooling threads like Ms. Ross.
And leaving bodies on the cross.
They deal in cold hard carcass.
Loving deep and darkest.
Leaders of the paratus.
Standing face to face, all back.
Raw and stacked up thirteen high.
As I see it, bye-bye.
Today and tomorrow running side by side.
Life of Reilly takes a nose dive.
Looking for the patsy.
Shouts and points at the boots.
Rungs and chutes.
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