Tuesday, August 16, 2016


Pardners, we're crying bullets over your spoiled, jobless places We're so sorry, we're so sorry for you, rural losers So sorry that we signed away the few wolves to the highest bidder Just signed here to do away with years of push and pull-- As the Feds disappear anything goes The burning forests cry-- eW can magineI anything ereH in our safe ityC Our ensP are sharpened, we are oughT as ailsN

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