Can I complain about the status of the government
Hypocritical vestige of an ideal
Beset in the petty of the gravel and assorted trash
Found in in a dry urban gutter
Or an instance of injustice
My indignancies braying and echoing across
A place groomed for sport
Delicate instrument lit with sodium and electricity
So it seems brighter if I reboot
Slurping qualm because of the good fight
