The Democrats The baseball executives The cops The professionals and the experts and their assistants Swapping talking points and selling the deal
Shoveling our infrastructure and our water to the rich as fast as you can Dispersing low grade food products to the poor Self aggrandizing proprietors
There is a narrative that makes more sense than what you are offering My friends know better If I were not held back by these kind pacifists my shoe would hurl towards you and I’d move the cell phone from your hand
Instead I have to use my body and my words in a different way “Good Morning Bayard Rustin” is like my probe into the the world… listening like a dolphin or a bat That worked a couple times
You know that everyone wants to be better than someone else, affirm our superiority and the justice intrinsic in your walls There cannot be hope for everyone, but there is hope for us Major League Baseball, at PNC Park, affirms that for Americans and the AFL-CIO in the same way breath. You like that? I know you do.
Look deep my friend and soon you will discover a special assignment for only you The siren song of the bong is strong fuming sacraments to exclusive green parties Tie yourself to the mast deny the hot blast It’s clear-monkeys
Look away Transmission overload; Can’t seem to figure out my mind. I’m feeling home alone in time, Too late to find a bride. I have slept a thousand years; No princesses kiss to change my heart and wake me up.