Tuesday, March 10, 2015


Democracy feels like a giant rock
That I push up a steep, steep hill.
I DO work hard and play by the rules,
But I’m pushing…pushing, still.

This rock gets harder and harder to push,
It’ll flatten me, now, if I stop,
And a happy group of well-off folks,
Is laughing at me from the top.

A lifetime of pushing this rock up this hill,
With never a bit of slack,
And now I find out, those folks at the top…
Those bastards have been pushing back!