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Everybody bow down to the king
To the beautiful leader of the pack
What are we going to do when the firmament cracks?
Everybody bow down to the queen
To the generous gypsy in the lake
All her subjects do is take, take, take
I used to meet her out where the black raspberries grow
I would leave creamed corn at the base of her shrine
But I haven't seen her there ever since they built the pipeline

They built an ark and stuffed it full of hashtag activists
4chan fascists, and their meme farmers too
There wasn't a dull moment in the stream of conversation
As they sailed across a body by Beirut
Then a creature with pink teeth cracked the deck from underneath
And it gobbled up the migrants with a grin
Then the city heard the news and all the anchors in grey suits
Demanded answers on behalf of CNN

I walk into the city today
I don't like what I see
There’s a vape shop where the farmer’s market used to be
And they're building another Starbucks on a road that already has five
If you can breathe you’re alive
You're a bee in the hive
Beehive

It's been several hours since I made it out of bed
But my apathy is a parasite and you know she must be fed
We are the red blood cells pooling in pale foreheads
We are the tombstones that were never above a body
There is no body here

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from The Great Millennial Bitchfest, released December 25, 2017

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