Ash Tree

A televised revolution
In the farmland destitution
A tumbleweed blew me into town

A 40 something punk solution
Blame it on Russian collusion
I triggered another Facebook clown

Why are they called party’s
When we are so divided?
A social distortion a dead Kennedy
America of states the United.

We found a common ground
Quoting Bukowski til dawn’s first shadow
We pushed daisies up through the brown
A pugilist and a pansy in the gallows

But you tried too hard old bay city doll
The social norms you’d bend
You’re the “sell out” in suburban scrawl
So I busted the bar and out drank your friends

You’re a bum on the Fresno streets
Operation: Ivy league washed up punk
It’s sad really you’re not even a freak
Your piss a descendant on borrowed shoes of a drunk

You’ll never leave a word behind
Wrongly quote a hero and drink yourself blind
And all the kids in peace were right
We did change the world

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war is in your mind

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