“Welcome back to the Complaint Rodeo…” Been ridin’ these complaints so long, Singin’ the same old song. Knows every camera angle From Calgary to Gatineau. Where outrage is the name of the game, And nuance just slows the show. Every grievance gets another rider… Every headline starts to grow. There’s been a whole lot of compromisin’ On the road to prime-time fame. Funny how the loudest cowboy Never rounds up anything. like a WHINESTONE COWBOY Ridin’ every grievance into every rodeo. WHINESTONE COWBOY Every microphone’s another show. Gettin’ funds & favours… From strangers we’ll never know. & Offers coming over the phone… Cowboy hat. Camera smile. Another town. Another mile. PR ropes INCELS Whining ropes racists Rage ropes Diagolon If division pays the entry fee, Why stop countin’ score? Ladies & gentlemen… Welcome… To tonight’s Complaint Rodeo. In lane one— Professional victims. Lane two— Professional outrage. Lane three— Professional AI Bots. Everybody saddle up… The comments are now open! Somebody’s always selling Yesterday as something new. Somebody’s always pointing At somebody that you knew. Freedom isn’t borrowed. Neighbours aren’t for sale. You don’t build tomorrow By teaching hope to fail. like a WHINESTONE COWBOY Ridin’ every grievance into every rodeo. WHINESTONE COWBOY Every microphone’s another show. Gettin’ funds & favours… Every time the ratings grow. Everybody loves a cowboy… Till there’s nowhere left to go. “…This has been another transmission from Emergency Broadcast Country…”
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