Cheers to 250 Years🥂
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O, what our forefathers wrought!
No Grecian urns for these fellows,
and thank God Ben had the world on a kite string, ruining one of Deborah’s ribbons, silkenly discovering something that was there all the while, as electric as a Christmas morning ambush, fighting the crown for the people.
The people are tired, hungry, unwashed masses trying to get ready for a birthday party they know will be ruined by that spoiled kid who always makes everything about him.
Meanwhile, our checks don’t balance, and our corporate-sponsored Congress greedily trades the people for an electroplate crown, those pyrite politicians mining fools’ gold so their king will protect them.
To give the president his due and mention him in honoring the nation he’s destroying, happy birthday USA. Raise your glass to the colossal ass.
About the Creator
Harper Lewis
Intrusive rhyme bothers me, except as a weapon.
Intertextuality is my passion.
Formalist/ New Critical are my guiding theories.
My words are mine, not a robot’s.
MA English literature, CofC
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