The night of the election

I’ve lived long enough to know

Not to trust anybody outside your circle

Those hidden behind the political robe

And those crass and covered in ego

But everybody watches

And I can feel their fear echo throughout

Everything feels hollow

And though I only have one idol

I still smoke a bowl

hold my breath

And watch everybody shout

They all want to be heard

Craving so badly to fix it all

A better hope for our children

A thought of freedom instead of the typical cabal

But unfortunately no matter how you lean

They’re all still part of the machine

Leaving the dogs fighting in the cage

The one they all helped create

In the end they’ll be the one having us for dinner

Selling our bones to the highest bidder

Which yard sign do you think

allows you not to be a grifter

choose whichever evil you think is less,

and whatever shall be shall be

Everything that needs to be said has been said

Let us take our bets on when the system will fall

And let us lay in the bed made by us all