Prickly City by Scott Stantis for January 13, 2018

This land is My land this land is not your land

From California to the New York island;

From the Red Russian Master to the off shore Bankers

This land was made for Me and not you.

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As I was fracking that farm of yesterday,

I saw around me your endless slavery:

I saw above me my golden parachute:

This land was made for Me and not you.

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I’ve cheated and swindled and I followed my stock shares

To the sparkling cash of her diamond dividends;

And all around me a tweet was spewing:

This land was made for Me and not you.

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When the law was failing, and I was trolling,

And the wheat fields dying and the smog clouds rolling,

As the Bear was laughing a voice was chanting:

This land was made for Me and not you.

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As I went yachting I saw a sign there

And on the sign it said “No Discriminating.”

But on the other side it didn’t say nothing,

Both sides were made for Me and not you.

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In the shadow of the Kremlin I saw My Leader,

Down by her office I seen brave Heather;

As she lay there bloody, I stood there basking

This land was made for Me and not you.

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Nobody voting can ever stop Me,

As I go stomping their freedom away;

Nobody voting can ever make me turn back

This land was made for Me and not you.