Once titled Alabama, but changed to fit America

It is the failings of an incestuous breed of consequences and backseat debauchery
The worthlessness of children born with plenty and the manners of whores
It is but the sad compression of bile and torment that make up such humans
Their repugnance slivering on the edges of a shell in which they take shape
Walking among us with their smell of teen angst
The loathing is never too far from which these people stand
The obesity and filth in which they strive
In keeping the wonders of antipathy alive
Oh, how can I remain here?
This world with its misgivings and disease
Its urban-backwoods and obesity
Its vitriol and agony
Divest this place of its breed
Of its lost souls with worn out shoes

Christopher Chapman © 2012