They never stop,
Like the blood coursing through every vein,
Unlike food in every pot,
Unlike equality for all,
No one can afford that,
But need some wheels that pumps out gas?
I got one round back.
But that all makes sense.
We can all drive to a better land,
Where immigration is easy,
And there's support for every man.
And where it's alright,
If money is not your thing,
It's not the thing of any animal.
Isn't that refreshing?
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