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nataliefernbell
Natalie Fern Bell
United States, Idaho, Heyburn

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Ode to Eisenhower

Deep in a jungle
Surrounded by KB homes
is a man who used to run
The Houston Radio Show
And he was charming
And candid
And it was refreshing in the 80s
When the economy was thriving
And cocaine had just reintroduced itself to the scene
And self proclaimed chemists were in their basement laboratories
Cooking up the love machine
Otherwise known as ecstasy
And in the Midwestern states
House wives were hooked on methamphetamines
And in New York City
Fashion models
were undercover junkies
Becoming what would soon be
Tastefully skinny
And in New Orleans beat nicks
Were reminiscing in the turbulent 60s
And their offspring were growing up without the Grateful Dead
Aspiring to be doctors and lawyers
The cause had long since gone
And corporate America had thrown
Humility out of the question
Now bible thumpers are thumping their feet
To Jesus freak music in their
Mini SUVs
And tools are multi tasking between personalities
In their Hummer H3s
And the new generation is strung out on distressed jeans
And MP3s
And the Weathermen are still underground in Los Angeles
They're still killing for oil in the Middle East
Diplomats are still waving their white flags
And America shows no sign of release
Columbian drug smugglers are still taking advantage of South American poverty
Now Mexicans have to tunnel underground to get into this shithole of a country
FEMAs still making empty promises
And apparently Dish TV is delivering
The disease is spreading over the Canadian border
There are more killings in Montreal than ever
The constitution is still screaming free speech while the government is tapping our phone lines, monitoring our emails
The only safe place is between your sheets
And the FBI is still hunting down “Domestic Terrorists”
Who are just fed up people, like you and me
Now Sand Niggers are the new Gooks
And Iraq is the new Vietnam
Eisenhower was right all along
It was the summer of 45 when Truman dropped the bomb
After Japan surrendered
A facade of justice
Disguising sadism at its worst
One nation under God, cursed

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