Me Doth Protest the Protests

Why would i waste my time
Standing around downtown,
Clowning and stalking,
Gawking at what i cannot have. 

Staring and glaring,
No one caring in the least
About my demise in these times
They call a recession.

Me, i, call it a lesson
Learn it, if you please;
You must know that
The world has grown colder.

It will not give you its shoulder
To cry on, smearing grief;
Don't cry, why cry
Why are you crying in the streets?

Life is more than what you "Occupy"
Right?  So honker down, reassess
The access that we really have as
Countrymen, patriots, citizens,

. . .Taxpayers, consumers
Our titles diminish in this "Free" society
Sort of like an unborn babe, i mean
Fetus, i mean embryo, okay zygote.

Being political is not my cup of tea,
i only desire to make a point to
Stop pointing at the Enemy because
His hatred is refined and bold as ever.

He will glare back licking his lips
Making his pick, pointing at you
Today you may be free to protest
But tomorrow . . .