wide eyed like a little kid
will you ever feel that way again?
or are you satisfied with what you've seen
to tell us what we ought to be?
for just two thousand and eight hundred years
the conversation's been as great as this
where hospitality's a shallow grave
and tolerance is for the weak
comment, click, rescind, reply, flame, unfriend, or go outside?
raise your glass and don't you dare misgive
it's hard life for the working stiff
ample purses make for ample wives
you've got yours and I've got mine
but in the face of overwhelming greed
tolerance might be just what we need
unpopular though it may be
it just might educate us liberally
I'm laid off with no pension
for telling some rich kid he couldn't talk on his cell phone
I'm a teacher, but I'm learning what it's like to work
invisible hands to the bone
sorry to sound crotchedy
but I protest the dogma that you bring
you are an Eliot in Clinton's time
intoning your elitist lies
so woman won't you come and talk to me
What's your nature and your destiny?
I wasn't coveting your finer things
I'm only curious what makes you sing