(Young American) Pogrom

She glides in just astride the ledge
and he talks her down; he frowns,
"Gee, my life's a runny thing,
are we still too young?"

He wished her then and there
took her sting, took her rabies,
Took her minutes, took him nowhere
Leaven rows when she spake and everything but

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All night she haunts the young American
Young American, young American,
she haunts the young American
All right she gaunts the young American

Spamming strife through the lecher windows
she binds a thinking vagabond,
Appalled as she gasses her Ford Mustang
Heaven for bid, and she'll take anything

"He's a freak and his type: all for something."
He misses a step and shows his hand
Cutting bluffing we whoop with a song
She cries, "Where have all Poppa's heroes gone?"

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All the way from Washington
Our bread-winner begs on the Town Hall floor
"We give for just these fifty years
Do we have to lie for twenty more?"

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Do you remember you President mixin'?
Do you remember the pills you have to tray
Or even yesterday?

Have we all been un-American?
Just you as you're idle singing falsetto 'bout
Whether, ever, anywhere or
every myth cleft of a ghetto.

Well, hell, well would you carry a taser
You know in case, just in case of suppression
Get up your hands with a bus of purveyors
gushing at all the appro-seaters.

Ain't too close to shove.
Ain't that poseur love?
It ain't that harpie-doll.
Her art's been stokin' just like you have.

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You got a limp but you got a Chysler
You ain't a lady but sure are a hustler
Lacks got respect and blights got bellow taint
Obama's got hamps but look at your tan saint

I heard the news today, oh boy
You got defeat and you got a suite
Ain't there a plan that can do some more?
Ain't there a woman I won't sock on the jaw?

Ain't there a child who can scold without judging?
Ain't there a pen that will write before we die?
We ain't proud even when we have faces
Ain't there one damn song that will help me take down the lie?

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