Trolls
For Amanda Palmer
Rape her in gitmo, call her a clown face
These sons and daughters of liberty
Who'd sell their own mothers out for a sound bite
Who'd wipe their asses with the flag to save their skin
Ask, how high, when told to jump by preening ideologues
Cry on the media's command
I guess that's why they call 'em trolls, amanda
Those little lap dogs of freedom on these peep show streets
Hiding under the bridge for the next brave goat
To tear down when they come clomping along
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