where are my groceries?

What the hell is all this war stuff about?
I can't even go out to the store anymore
because I am getting shot at and this ain't
even L.A. Then some uniformed mens keep chasing
me all over town, talkin about how they gon'
save me from slavery.
I don't belive a word they saying.
I'm jus' tryin to feed my famliy, so leave me alone.
It's so bad now that I broke down and ordered
groceries online, and the delivery boy was abushed by
those damned Yankees.
I could care less who wins right now, because
the Master and his family fled and left me with a big ol'
house for me and my children!
Hallelujah, thank you Jesus!!!
But please stop shootin at me, my kids
are starving!!!