When do you allow
That the wheels are off
how do you distinguish
from the same old same old
You look at me
as I bow my head and cough
And the plebs flip the channel
and dream of gold
I say it's different
in quantity and quality
and maybe our attitudes
that one I'm still chewing
but the degree to which
they derailed the polity
the old rules are all broken
so forgive me for eschewing
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