When Crazy and Lazy control your Party
It may be time to govern a bit instead.
It may be time to hire a smarty.
It might be time to get people fed, instead.
It might be time to fix a street or two.
You might address pollution, guns, or schools.
It might be time to think a solution or two.
But voters are seen as fools and tools.
And told it’s fine to break the rules.
And hate everyone odd or oddly bent.
And send all your money which should have paid rent
Instead to the folks who will work for the rich
You won’t find out till you’re made their kitsch.
Nothing matters but clicks and likes and being
Dicks and lying lies.
No matter the cost.
No matter what of value’s lost.
When Looney and Tooney are playing for power
Your courage could lead to your finest hour,
But chances are
Chances are…
Chances
Nothing more.
It’s always been known that hate could be stoked.
That its keen incision into the national mind.
Would soon incur a wound of division.
Our nation seen with deserved derision,
A nation enraged and cruel instead of kind.
Putrid loves it. But the rest of us are truly forked.
Time at last is more than past when Rule of Law
Is understood by all to be a gift and not a flaw.
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petersironwood 