The Pied Progressive,
dressed in green,
leading the children
with his tune of political revolution,
free college tuition,
free health care.
“No TPP,” the Pied Progressive claimed,
on this he swore he would see red.
The children followed the call of his magic pipe,
until each of them awoke to a reality too hard to process.
A world in which they would give up.
A world in which they felt perpetual drowning in college debt.
A world in which they would never stand up again,
or feel anything but disenchantment and disdain.
The Pied Progressive endorsed the enemy.
The Pied Progressive endorsed a thief.
The Pied Progressive endorsed the antithesis of all he stood for.
The Pied Progress embraced a Corporatist piece of meat.
The Pied Progressive walked the children toward the promised land,
only to tell them this is a place you’ll never see again.
He dashed their spirits, he dashed their hopes,
he endorsed the Devil and handed out hanging rope.
The Pied Progressive made sure the youth would never vote their conscience again.
A two-party con-man who promised a revolution but delivered more of the same.
The Pied Progressive worked for the establishment and is insane.
How do the children avoid his magic pipe?
They vote third-party and avoid his tripe.
They stand up for themselves and for the good of the nation.
Forever more they avoid the Pied Progressive’s verbal masturbation.
It’s over for him, his long con is gone.
The Pied Progressive made irrelevant but the revolution he sparked has just begun.
The Pied Progressive is put out to pasture and his message is carried by the young.
Why should they give up just because that Pied Piece of Shit is done?