Death Becomes the Stars and the Stripes

Death Becomes the Stars and the Stripes               November 22, 2013

I said to that jerk, the corrupt Uncle Sam: 

"Don't tread 'pon me, you cursed man!"
But he does not seem with me to agree,
And to care about my desperate plea.
If I don't vote for him along his path
As my conscience deems; He is my guide,
I shall feel the heat amid his wrath
Upon the heel when he shall decide.

And tho' my faith is still in Him true,
Uncle Sam keeps on stabbing me through,
And once I am forced to surrender,
My life shall forever live amid the hinder
My love and zeal for Lady Liberty, for she
Is America: my country 'tis of thee,
And I shall hide as an ostrich within my pillow
As thy soul weeps amid the willow.

As death becomes the Stars and the Stripes,
I shall abscond to Don Quixote's Neverland,
Tho' Uncle Sam may through the pipes
Sink me beneath all thee in quicksand,
And into Hell's grasps, and I, crisp, singed,
As Lucifer's flames torch our patriots blacked,
And our liberties, dead, as they binged,
And we? To the grave as we are sacked!