Old Glory Poem by Paul the Lion

Old Glory, O how you have changed

You were born a symbol of revolution
So righteously respected and divine
An emblem of progressive democracy

A standard for ethical yankees everywhere during the Civil War
And your proudest, greatest, most dignified moment came on Iwo Jima
Where Ira Hayes, a Native American, helped raise you

But now you're hanging on Wall Street
And flying atop McDonald's and Wal-Mart
While standing for the contemporary fascism of this Administration

Although I will never burn you
At least I don't think I will
I'll proudly fly you upside down, for all the world to see