America the Beautiful by all was sung,
Until our leaders claimed a new rung.
Imbued with the Bible, they turned conceptional,
And declared we're actually A. the Exceptional.
Like Play-Doh and plans, it's joyfully malleable.
Like being the Pope, it makes you infallible.
And it serves all purposes under the sun,
To skirt silly laws or to pull out a gun.
Invasions become issues: "quality of life,"
That spread women's lib and make iPhones rife.
You can torture and call it something "enhanced,"
Safeguarding cities where terror once pranced.