Michael McGuire Peoples Politics
PEOPLES POLITICS
You cast your vote like there’s nothing you don’t know, don’t even
know where you’ve been but you sure know how to tell me where to
go, complicit cancer of manipulation, the most recent polls verify
capitulation, it makes me laugh till I have tears in my eyes, the way
you oil your throat to swallow those lies, some devil on the radio
sounds like the voice of god, the same way Eden was lost to the land
of Nod.
It’s serious business when we close those curtains to cast our vote,
but in your case it’s more like not getting the joke, “we the people”
yeah I carry my shame, original sin; I guess we’ll have to plagiarize
the blame, money don’t grow on trees but campaign donors do, but
with your fetish for elephants you seem to like it when they f..ck you,
instead of a heart transplant you get a blood transfusion, instead of
curing your amnesia you memorize your confusion.
You don’t have to be that dumb to be just dumb enough, more of a
patsy than a victim when you fall prey this bluff, a real critic of
everything that you don’t quite understand, another dutiful dupe of
love it are leave it land, in the holy name of self righteousness; well
you cant be wrong, but you don’t even pay enough attention to
recognize yourself in this song, here’s an unmixed metaphor about
the state of the nation, truth has as many faces as there are people
but freedom is not open to interpretation.
I had a dream that I was nailed to a T-bone steak, at fund raising
dinner that cost a thousand dollars a plate, by these creatures who
carried their brains around in a bucket, if they got kicked over on the
floor all they would say is “fuck it”, they asked where was my bucket
and who I was voting for, I pointed to my head then said “not your
man that’s for sure”, they were furious and they all started buzzing
like a hive, I swear if I hadn’t of woke up I believe they would have
eaten me alive.
