America The Great

Pioneers, with their gaze affixed horizon, chant behooving. "Put the pedal to the metal"- in a young man's terms so these equestrian hooves keep moving. Grass is always greener, taller, meaner where the sun be shining pined. Forgiveness is just changed perspective leaving scars for us to find.

Pioneers, with their gaze affixed horizon, treat us fair. A furrowed brow, beware mon frere, can grant you entrance to the lair. "Grieving bars" with "happy ours" halt off the Molotov Cocktail but the drunken sailor's song sounds darkened winds behind the sail.

Pioneers, with their gaze affixed horizon, stop for none. iThink therefore iAm iPod so we won't see until they're done. Never mind of all the consequence- indulge your deadly sins- and find it hard to stand as One while taking canings to the shins.

And Pioneers with their gaze affixed while cries on deaf ears fall, are sewing sequin-fitted gowns- "Hansel and Gretel" us to the ball. "Have your cake and eat it too" comes from the Sugar Czar...

... As Farrakhan asked our leader this," WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?!"