Nothing is going to change
Because the kool aid sipping
Soccer moms
Who have little to do
But get together and gossip
Don't get it
All the real problems
In their world
Are somewhere else
And until the ghettos
Burst their seams
And the inhabitants
Of Uncle Sam's plantation
Start poring out
And take to burning
Their homes
And raping and pimping
Their children
And turning them into dope fiends
These ever so content
Soccer moms will keep on
Drinking the kool aid
And nothing will ever change.
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