So maybe your sexy phone call to Bali
right in the midst of global warming,
the conference, connected with agents
spying on you, now slows up email, lying
and laying for you - blam! Drop dead.
To mock democracy, you need more
than nerve; you need time and money.
Spasms and spectacles of greed spill out
and spell out big the C-word capitalism:
a bottom realm where Niggers always slave.
Written by Al Young
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