Monday, February 4, 2013


Though it costs a pretty penny to make $0.01,
The coin survives with its head held up.

But Lincoln was not fortunate:
Through his head a bullet flew.

Yet you bought what you've been sold and,
With an empty head like his, YOLO

(Delight in hallucinogens and intoxicants;
Ride and fuck and suck and slurp unprotected people).

You succumb to petty superstition
When Lady Luck is on your mind,

Which is what you use for freedom.
In place of tithing as one ought,

You rub and horde a lucky coin--
Liberty is one red cent.

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