I see the way your eyes glint on morning saunters,

Sworn by your goal to Be with the People.

That’s where your mouth is sworn

But your heart and mind are sworn to you.

Sworn to your reputation.

Your money. Your laws.

Not the laws but your laws.

I want no part in your delusional reality,

I want no part in where I am excluded,

I want no part in where

your policies do not welcome me.

Swear at the podium it’s me whose voice you seek,

But swear behind closed doors you will do

what brings you to the peak

of the Money Mountain.

Your guilty fantasies are privately sealed

You portray angel after angle,

But you have no resemblance to your reflection.