If you feel something is not right in America today there could be a dead skunk in the middle of the road. Take off your masks and smell the sweet aroma of truth.
We the People of America are being played. Those playing Americans are saying you are so stupid, “useful idiots”, that you will wear a mask, get lost in the hysteria, the panic, and the misinformation brought to you from so many directions you won’t be able to smell the dead skunk.
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There is a difference between the critter called a skunk and a burned plant which smells like skunk. Take your mask off. Get some oxygen and start thinking for yourself.
This 1972 song Dead Skunk in the Middle of the Road by London Wainwright III in Album III lays it out for us here in the crazy year of 2020. Enjoy.
Lyrics
Crossin’ the highway late last night
He shoulda looked left and he shoulda looked right
He didn’t see the station wagon car
The skunk got squashed and there you are
You got your
Dead skunk in the middle of the road
Dead skunk in the middle of the road
Dead skunk in the middle of the road
Stinkin’ to high heaven
Take a whiff on me, that ain’t no rose
Roll up yer window and hold your nose
You don’t have to look and you don’t have to see
‘Cause you can feel it in your olfactory
You got your
Dead skunk in the middle of the road
Dead skunk in the middle of the road
Dead skunk in the middle of the road
And it’s stinkin’ to high heaven
Yeah you got your dead cat and you got your dead dog
On a moonlight night you got your dead toad frog
Got your dead rabbit and your dead raccoon
The blood and the guts they’re gonna make you swoon
You got your
Dead skunk in the middle
Dead skunk in the middle of the road
Dead skunk in the middle of the road
Stinkin’ to high heavenC’mon stink
You got it
It’s dead, it’s in the middle
Dead skunk in the middle
Dead skunk in the middle of the road
Stinkin’ to high heaven
All over the road, technicolor man
Oh, you got pollution
It’s dead, it’s in the middle
And it’s stinkin’ to high, high heaven