The Art of Selling

It wasn't long after the freeway floors were blanketed with american flags.
Patriotism, a dying fad, ended up over flowing the thrift store t-shirt racks.
Die waiting, die waiting to live.
You've given up despite yourself.
The Fucking bastards think they've got the best of us?
Well, panic resonates, but I'm not sold.
A marketing scam, did the feeding frenzies really die down?
I guess they got over the idea that they'd die with an American Flag on their chest.
A.O.K. Champ
Gas Mask - check -
Duct Tape - check -
They took the chum not knowing the nets followed.
Fucking Bastards, you wait in line.
You laugh as you do what you're told.
Fear of life, fear of a dead end.
Sell your politics, you sell yourselves.
Caught, cleaned, sold.
Hook, line, and sinker.
Gutted, marketed, disposed