Fractals and Rhymes

Its duck season, we all know the reason

I try my hardest to avoid trigger squeezing,

but the man has his rights, so his babies got issues,

and if your heart is true I hope the madness miss you.

A travesty Agent orange as his Majesty,

whatever happened to My country tis of thee?

original sin still affecting our unity,

but from a civil war on science and levity,

so I spend my time having to research these talking heads,

Digital bread and Circuses for the walking dead.

you're blind babies, blind to the facts,

that this putin puppet that you deserve, don't like the blacks,

browns and the reds and yellows and blues, and if you say the wrong thing,

then they won't like you, Idiot Servant of Machievellis the Prince,

and the hypocrisy from the evangelicals don't make sense,

like they fell for the long con, and I could go on,

but take this sixteen plus one to grow on.