Meal Team Six

These chicken fried country bumpkins
Cosplaying as combat ready Marines
Sporting a designer flak jacket
And a wardrobe from Walmart and a truck stop
Driven by self righteous glory
Chip on their shoulder and a drive to compensate
All strapped and packed and cocked and loaded
The Freedom Train runs on diesel tonight

Always chasing the sense of authority
A sense of belonging A sense of respect
Misguided ambition
Maligned motives not based on fact
Manifesto of aggression
Deflecting conversation with intimidation
A culture of bootlicking
Blind adherence to the wiles of the status quo

Only thing protected are egos
The Phantom Scourge was driven away
They can all return to the suburbs
Meal Team Six has won the day



Credits
Writer(s): Michael Webber
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