Ameroca: The Land of the Fee


America, Ameroca,
Call it what you please.
Either way, it's stupid
From sea to shining sea.

We listen to upheavals,
Ones that make us sneer.
They deceive us; evils.
It's election year.

"Oh, say can you see?"
No, there's a wall.
No matter what happens,
America falls.

"I pledge allegiance to the flag,
Of the United States of America..."
And to the tyranny, which it falls,
One nation, underground, quite divisible, with taxes and poverty for all.

America, Ameroca,
"The land of the fee.."
Look, that's much better,
And how it should be.

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