Her fathers built her up with so much care <br />Choosing exactly what she would wear <br />They had big things planned for her <br />Hoped she would be better <br />A dream that lasts forever <br /> <br />While she was developing <br />She made quite the scene <br />Their money made her do <br />Unforgivable things <br /> <br />She looked so sweet dressed up in Democracy <br />As you followed her down the street <br />And into a dark alley <br /> <br />She stood so tall on four hundred and thirty five legs <br />You were lost in too much skin <br />No fair representation <br /> <br />So many dirty words and empty promises <br />Coming from her One hundred heads <br />So many mouths to kiss and feed <br />But you could tell by her obesity <br />That her need turned to greed <br /> <br />It's too late for you to change your mind <br />Her Pimp stands ready behind <br />Nothing about this process feels divine <br />But you still have your life, liberty <br />And pursuit of happiness <br /> <br />At the end you feel disappointed <br />And hand him the money for services <br />Not wanting the alternative <br />Knowing very well you're paying <br />To live in Hell <br />Honestly where is your integrity <br /> <br />The truth is not for sale <br />Because the truth is corrupted <br />Inside the individual self <br />We can buy her new clothes <br />But she's not so pretty anymore <br />After you raped her ego <br /> <br />Do you remember the way you used to be? <br />America! America! <br />God shed is grace on thee <br />You are The Liberty of Individuality <br />From Sea to shining Sea<br /><br />Brandon Owens<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/america-36/
