the gangsters gathered at the Mad Hatter's table,
forming a party for tea
they all spoke at once, but said nothing at all,
and would sell their votes for a fee
they were financed by rich corporations,
who had vetted their rise through the ranks
and based their shifty reputations
on shady shenanigans with banks
the Hatter was spying on everyone there
and sending his assassins notes
to list who he wanted blown to bits that day,
and which corpses tossed off of boats
statements were issued to the purchased press
instructing them on what to say
for the March Hare's friends owned the media
and kept reality at bay
as they'd abrogated history there was no
context for their actions
and the documents they were forced to release
were pockmarked with redactions
unimbedded reporters were now
reviled as enemies of the state
and threatened with drones for spreading the secrets
of the corporate potentate
honesty, compassion, and empathy
were made illegal in any guise
as the judges entrusted with oversight
kept blinding each other's eyes
when the Dormouse complained that things were amiss
he was locked up without a key
as the ship that was christened "Democracy"
went sinking in a slippery sea
well i jumped off the deck and tried to swim
but drowned in the swift moving stream
someone please come and pinch me
for i can't bare this impossible dream.
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