There are those who ruminate
On matters worthy of debate
Back and forth we hear the chatter
Solutions? They don’t seem to matter.
We are We…. we sing our song
And if you don’t… then you are wrong.
What we know? Our noble creed?
Curries more than what we need.
We beat the drum to set the pace
We shout out loud to win the race
There is no time to think about
Another view point has no clout.
We’ll gather soon and celebrate
Our victory in the last debate
Our minds are full of ecstasy
Funneled through a fantasy.
