I come from
The weirdoes live in T.V. land,
Watching reruns all day.
Microwaving their frozen dinners,
They sit and they eat.
Little Debbies fill the children with fake saturated smiles,
Name brands fill the easily bought souls.
The media exploits and controls the land.
Wishing on stars,
For dreams do come true here.
Girls want to be on the silver screen,
Boys crave the limelight.
You can be anything you want in this place,
No one needs to justify their reasoning.
Mass lies cover the distant truth,
Equal opportunities for all.
Or so they say,
I come from the great proud land of the U.S.A.
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