Impatience paints us pure white
while indentured dentures talk shite
Promises lent us
from distraught agendas
strings are pulled to open
the stage that lights the show
but backstage
hides a rage
collating things we don't need to know
It's in our best interest they say
that facts stay hidden
until a better day
when recompense
makes better sense
and those that we may blame
have long retired
a song expired
from any modicum of shame
