What becomes of the kingmakers
Need I remind you
Or just allow
They continue to blind you
What masterwork’s
Masterful hands
Master’s hills
Haven’t raised enough prices
And drowned you in bills
Existentially threatened you
Racking up kills
As if hunting’s in season
All year
We’re all deer
And the game’s
An election
All year
To steer clear
Of the history lesson
No no
Might reveal
How the power sustains itself
Through a New Deal