You can scream at the dramatic irony Of tax cuts as larceny Or wring our hands in shame That our republicanism ain't the same As Nanterre and Catalunya But that individualist creed doesn't seem to predicate Access to resources and an equity centered game Unless you're a captain of industry Or their babbling unproductive progeny
Or an actor turned politician or a modern day patrician You must acknowledge That those people you applaud Being beaten by the police Cleared from the streets by gubernatorial decree Might just represent your interests It's like a dispa**ionate aside And like a kidney jab at pride To conclude all is well here