what's good for you
might not be good for me
expediency invented democracy
to make it good for you and me
oh doctors of democracy
it hurts so often and I worry so much
that in this dish of multi-cultures
other diseases multiply
casting shadows of impending doom
undermining wishful edifying, called equaltiy
oh doctor, doctor, give me some medicines
he deals out pills of subsidies
good for you, suffocating grantless children
in democracies the strangest bedfellows
lying together tend to breed
inequality and resurrect an aristocracy
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