Slam batter me, can't rattle me, truth is lightning baby, thunder scatter me, scared of reality? the grand illusion of hilarity? the United States of calamity won't grapple me in this fervor-filled psuedo-charity, truth demands austerity, a true rarity for the minds of the verit-y souled, spiritus santos retold, words behold powers unfold, cosmic flux riddled with fortunes fore-shown, yet these treasures can't be bought or sold, riddle age old, the mansion builds inside the soul, expand your whole, redefine true wealth before it is stolen, and don't be sullen, happiness is golden, come with me and let's get this ball a rollin', super heros be throwing, and truth we'll be knowin'.
(Written Monday, July 4, 2011)
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