Socialism is the new ball and chain for ladies.
Pressing down on me
It won’t let me be
It demands I obey
And it don’t play
Jab or job
It intends to rob me
From being free
To govern my body
With attitude so haughty
“My body my choice”
Has lost its voice
Hidin’ from Biden
The fence-ridin’
Fire at will
Shoot to kill
Not with bullets but chemicals
Handcuffed hands of a prisoner behind the bars of a prison with orange clothes – Crispy desaturated dramatic filtered look
By not only bullies but criminals
Be vaxxed or be taxed
A fine for decline
They’re drunk on power
With eyes that glower
Gates, Soros, and Schwab
Those evil blobs
Freedoms they rob
Their complemplation
Is depopolation