Your skin reminds me of Walmart, or McDonald’s
I see the spider webs, the kanji and skull
and I could be anywhere with anyone
and it wouldn’t make a difference who or where

Your heart could be transformed into radio airwaves
everyone would love you then never remember
there was that one catchy part that repeats
one in a million, baby, and a million more like you.

The confederate flag is a patch on your jacket sleeve
You wear it because you fight the status quo
while singing along to the songs on the radio
thinking every verse is about you… and, you’re right.

Wild dragons fill the skies in your daydreams
as the bows of men hum like a top forty symphony
your dreams plummet like a number one down the charts
razor blades in their hearts, whistling Dixie as they die.


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