Repined Bastards! (In Dust We Trust)

We’re going to let a supermarket rule our nation
Can’t warn my kids but for an issue of trust
If not for ourselves, for the next generation
Customer service … is a must

I’ve got to shout to spite you to coerce your attention
& give the monkeys opportunities to vent their disgust
Don’t bother to think of any word for any more than a second
You’ve heard it all … I’ve had my fun

What hurts me most is the communal elation
Surefire cement misunderstanding twixt us
A supposedly successful operation
You can’t differentiate caked blood and rust

I take the map’s legend and replace ‘civilization’
With the honest artist’s impression of dust
In dust we trust