I check reality
all the time
I can take it
no need for drugs
alcohol to escape it
a little wine is fine
an interesting thing
about dead end reality
is how few can face it
when political spin
is being recession sold
wholesale masses
wallow in it
shadows may walk
line sow facts
in face cold
of political edge
constructed
illusion
rhetoric
party
line sold
to further exploit
recession
unwaged
already exploited
get real
open factories
on shore
not off shore
in poor foreign
max profit exploited
sweat shop land
get real
create
local jobs
enough already fed BS
sucking up to sponsor
owner corporate bosses
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