The new politics is wearing me down
deviance is running out of room
Then starvelings froze in a ditch
let them eat turnip she said
settling her gown
(that was probably
eighteen twenty-six)
not seeing yet the shadow
of the martyrs at Tolpuddle
— which is still a shadow yet
Party member to voter culture
the new world which
is not the New World
I love all rebel slaves
Goodbye America