After they've herded
and fleeced us like sheep
to shovel megatons
of our dollars only rented
for never quite rich enough,
hogs squeal and fight to keep
our dented, leaky public trough,
debt-enslaving our daughters and sons
whom they never represented.
Time to vacuum cleaner sweep
all parasite privilege ended,
trap and flush every sneaky, dirty pest,
then air out and patch our multi-ethnic quilt,
compost to flowers all that tribal rage and guilt,
our civil rights blended with grievance redressed
to scrub and sew each filthy, ragged net,
placing the safer social bet
on a future fresh and mended.

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