Founded, on the Fourth of July...

Freedom did not come with that four dollar sparkler waving into the night.. 

Nor, did its unwavering act of choice grant any subjection with defiance by the use of three hundred and thirty four bottle rockets. 

There is nothing that says "Revolution" quite like blowing through seven hundred dollars for three seconds of wick, and a prozac prescription for the dog. 

Mammalian vertebrae extended upright tongue-fucking evolution at the base of a mortar round, watching Quasimodo turn lizard. 

Caked in sweat exhuming a yard filled with sad sacks of ruptured memories handed down in a libertaric bag of fuckery, wincing for the Zip, taking a drag from another's spliff, with the maneuvering of cluttered cans while falling into a fire.

Spending six months on a tank range and watching your buddy fried out, thinking, "Yeah, I could use another round..."

Demon-brained bimbos barbeque brain cells with low IQ beaus with a high sperm count. 

Ritalin children, Vicodin women,

Xanax branded with a lithium smile.

Apple pie descendants

Atomic picnic pill heads

Reconvening with the Adderall crowd. 

"And the Rocket's red glare, the Bombs bursting in air. Gave proof through the night that our ER was still there..."

I watched a soccer mom fire off seven hundred dollars in two seconds, and all I can think is: "Well, there goes dinner..."