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Congress is transfixed with quick kicks and dick pics
Slick rick rolls and word trolls while time ticks 
down to midnight on this sin ride, no tunnel of love. 
It's time to take flight on the bright white light of a dove.

This lesson has impressive potential, 
successive lucid dreams 
proving to me 
these flows are torrential, 
ripping the seams of sanity squared, 
a split exponential. 
Our government's controlled from outer space 
but we're residential...

We're evident residents with evidence of NSA spies, 
the President's sellin' it to the world like American Pie, 
some people are sheeple digging deep holes for the All Seeing Eye, 
but Blue Dream smoke rings rise higher than their pile of lies.

My blunts got bailed out, 
I'm fishtailing but I fail to shout. 
I open my mouth but 
Federal Reserve Notes come tumbling out. 
I'm bumbling now, stumbling 
around these dead bees on the ground. 
They sting without sound, 
they'll either leave you lost or more profound.

Did I say bailed out? I meant mailed out, 
they're sailing out of foreign ports 
faster than whale shouts - 
Inhaling and exhaling undersea litanies, 
mammal gills filled with 
clerical masses of vast uncertainties.


Tanner Gardiner