Liberation Lyrics

give me your tired

doth proclaim

our lady of liberty

so we may sell them

snake oil extraordinaire

slathered upon their bootstraps

\secret to success\

upon which they pull

and pull and pull

hands crimped and cramping.

in our lighted

  • benighted –


we shall work you

to fragmented phalanges

while we perk you

up with caffeinated cadence.


give me your poor

cries she

lady verdigris

where we will welcome them

in effusive inauthenticity.

our golden doors

\hang open, crooked\

on their frames. entrance

is free to all who possess

the hardware, unjamb

asymmetry and cleave

to our self-serving

engraved proclamations.

in our land of plenty

  • good and plenty –

well masticated misconception

you can construct

the deconstruction

of your well-founded

pipe dreams.

oh, wait, that’s quicksand!


give me your homeless

declares our storied

harbor sentinel

as we shall offer them

shelter in cold comfort

with the fleecing

of a lifetime

\movie, that is\.

we embrace your huddled

masses, wretched and

yearning for our

  • over-priced –

freedom, apportioned


with disproportionate dissembling

to those who look and talk

like me.