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The Fourth of July


Upon this soil there once stood

A nation, proud and mostly good,

Where decent, normal, prudent sorts

Ran the government and courts.


Where weirdos didn’t teach in schools,

Where parents dreaded raising fools,

Where child-killers got The Chair,

And sickos knew they’d best beware.


Where God was real and sports were clean,

And our children not yet half-machine,

And it was still a shock, and rare,

To hear a well-raised person swear.


The food was wholesome, springs pristine,

An obese child rarely seen,

Women didn’t act like whores,

And we didn’t salivate for wars.


I think sometimes it gets forgotten

That this country wasn’t always rotten,

That wrongs were often set aright,

And the Big Boss Man was always white.


But today we raised a flag at dawn,

For a country that is largely gone,

And on this warm Fourth of July,

It’s just the latest day to watch it die.


  1. Hyperborean says:

    The collapse cannot come fast enough.

  2. mindweapon says:

    Reblogged this on Mindweapons in Ragnarok and commented:
    Great poem by Toilet Nation on the Fourth of July

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