Slick runway haircuts and bribery gowns Armoured tank-mobiles and gun-guarded walls And condescending slogans that mock the poor Just like those once-every-four-years flannel shirts
They investigate each other back and forth Always holding hearings but never hearing The sigh of a waitress counting her tips Gas for her twenty-year-old Ford Focus
The Party-proud sneering at her trailer park Where dreams live only on cable tv