When the Fascists Come
The Government is Lying to You and Trying to Kill You (or, I Tried to Write an Aubade but Wrote This Instead)
If the government doesn’t kill me
I’ll choke on my own bile
Alone, forsaken, reviled.
If the government doesn’t kill me
I’ll choke on my own bile
Alone, forsaken, reviled.
We were warned by men in red leather jackets, plastic domes, and Rupert Pupkin.