You think it’s funny neat, to revolutionize, brutalize, your partisan unpredictable disruptive agenda And yes, the modern-day despotic Barnum you wield power with terrible smug assurance. You think you’re right, and others are wrong, pantomime villains, criminals and vermin Blitzkrieg of business, Executive Orders a burst valve of shit exploding as others desperately put out their hands to try to plug the flow But now, even though an international coalition of jokers rub their hands with glee and pipe away / the tables on which you play like a cocky cocksure child will turn, one day as others work out the rules unveil, roll back, delay and continue the comic frustrating thing we call progress on which we elevate our idols then tear them down, wash our hands but yes, this is sure the flailing explosions of manure may knock down and suffocate yet also grow the seeds, our souls, gently and, I hope not too late, Bring us to our senses of what is possible, together, without the hate without the proclamations scared and blinkered that being great means might, exclusion and mushing others underneath I think it’s hard but right to negotiate, cooperate, respect each other’s truths empathize, respect not too late
