C.O.C. Country of Cripples

There is a whole country of cripples
Who cannot stand any ripples
In their day,
How they play
What they say
In any kind of way

They pride themselves
On their conditions
Their multiple mental afflictions
Of I have this and that
I suffer from that and this

Allow me to clue you in I don’t give a piss

Your weak of body and mind
You’re a victim of your own kind
You seek to be unique
Looking for that one disorder
To make you a King freak

To allow you to be special
Amongst your peers
To collect the empathy
And suck up their tears

How brave you are
To struggle along
And self-medicate
With phallic shaped bong
And wonder why
You can’t think straight
That’s why they call it DOPE mate

In case you haven’t a clue
Allow me to educate you
The USA is done
We’ve had our time
And our fun
But the next generation
Is on the run
Not from the enemy
But from themselves
Because they’ve left their mind on the shelves
To be bought by the corporations
That teach them their fucked up
They have ills
Which can only be solved
With a handful of pills

It is a sickening display
To watch the youth
Believe in their weakness
Their personal issues
Becoming currency for their behavior

One day it will become clear
To those in military gear
That they are not worth fighting for
They are simply a self-serving whore
With bottomless entitlement
And no intention to support or aid
On how this country was truly made
Through blood, sweat and tears
Not issues, conditions, and personal fears

It is a sad and pathetic joke
To watch victims of the woke
Who wears their afflictions
Like medals in a war of the bore
They truly believe in their personal fight
And use it to show their right

But really are blind as a bat
And will never understand that
They are simply a weak, worthless, twit
And in reality, nobody gives a shit

EASN