If I have to spell this out, this diary does not concern you.
For those who this speaks to: Good night. Sleep on it. I wish you well.
We'll talk tomorrow.
When it served my ego, she spoke for me
She said it all so easily
My wrath
My anger
My rage
When it served my agenda, she was my girl
Her politics
Her policies
Her every single page
When it served my heart's content, I loved her like a dream
Of what to say
Of what to be
Of what to know
Of what to mean
When it made me feel so full of might
I praised
I cheered
I jumped for fucking joy.
And now it does not suit
And now I second guess
How dare she use her freedom
It ways that do not suit
Either she is with the movement
Or she is against
Sure, Republicans talk in absolutes
Uh, yeah. They're elephants.
So it's okay for you's and me's
To let her have it as we please
To kick her, 'cause we're good donkeys
We know the row we hoe.
So when a former heroine
Dares use her freedom as we shan't
Well, such liberties we simply can't
Allow to carry on.
So when a voice whispers quite aloud
That we like to hear, yet ne'er aloud
To speak before a larger crowd
We jump to take its heed.
For we have long been in a need
To make alright what's all along
Being the problem all along
She simply won't shut up
So being good progressive sorts
We took the word of a noisome sort
And shut our friend down, yeah, of course
Because she was our friend
Yet we knew that all along
We danced too a Pied Piper's song
The appeal, so treacle, was so wrong
Yet sucked we sure did.
And now we pay the butcher's bill
We've hackd and slashed whom that we will
And naught remains but bitter swill
We drink just our own blood.
Apparently we are not free
To speak as we might rightly please
Save by the leave of company
That we will never know
The moral of this story clear
You have not Pubs but friends to fear
Cross them and dare you not stay near
They'll turn on you like dogs.
Like this verse not? Surely, no.
Yet there is a place you'd surely go.
If based on what I now surely know
You don't get to ditch your friends
Think now when you cast about
Where is that next hero/ine now?
You mean then one you just now plowed
With salt into the earth?
I say this with no bursting mirth
That we seem to kill all that has worth
Among our own ranks, most and first
And wonder why we lose
This call is not just mine to make
Why you choose to take and take
And give no gifts for your own sake
To those who would you serve.
You've made a dark mark that will last
Sigh, my sad friends, that is past
Look just once now, and you'll be aghast
At what you did to her
And perhaps some shame will stir
And next time you will demur
And think
Then think again
That perhaps
What terrible crime I want to hear
Of people that I once held near
Might not
Just might not
Justify the mob
That I
That we
No, that I
So dearly wish to join.