A banker can be a shiny brilliant thing,
Especially in their lane doing their thing.
But a democracy is about perception,
It's how a moment and movement meet.
And right now, truth, try wrap your head around this,
Most regular folk do not trust them smiling bankers.
And you can try convince me, show me a glowing resume,
But by their word, I know what that is when I hear it talking,
So how many will need speak for it as it shadow campaigns?
You can’t make that golden lemon tree fruit cosmic apples,
And you can only graft so many branches to an existing tree.
So, we grounded in reality or gilded heaven?
Cause the cherubs are all swooning high,
And I got no idea what kinda tree that be!
Are you looking to win, or just confuse all?
I get that you're all really, really intellectual,
And it'd be dreamy if superman saved ya,
But surreality ain’t working well no more,
And a banker is surreal for this moment.
Please, just stop looking so silly,
You oblivious gilded aristocracy.
“Me too, I liked her earlier work better.
You know, before she got all political.”
“I know right? Used to dish sweet innocent poetry,
I was feeling like a squishy heartfelt liberal again,
Till she wrote me in as an uncouth aristocratic liar.”
Ok fine, I guess I’ll be the one to say it and clear this stuffy air,
Cause I'm tired of loose courtier gossip-slingers – that’s my job.
But this angling aristocracy seems incapable of genuine honesty,
So here we go...
Personally, I’m grateful a queen was brave enough to break with an unhappy prince’s suicidal demands,
She saved a decent party from a clingy and haunting vampire destroying it totally for their own vanity.
And she learned a lesson from a southern queen - a strong break was needed - that's smart politics.
She even gave that stubborn dude a hug after!
But then this party went trash-talking her as a nasty woman for being justly honest to a hard prick,
To me, it kinda shows what your party is all about, internal gossip slinging, the echoes of a bitter prince.
It seems like you're all feeling really sorry for them teary-eyed men with too much accumulated power.
Yet everyone else's lack of bravery was the problem, ship-jumpers and quiet-quitters trying save face,
The rest of you ostrich'd your heads in a dark hole, with no way out in a party claiming it's democratic.
But she did the dirty work none of you were brave enough to do which renewed a party turning to dust,
She put herself on a cross, punching a party mess acting a bouncer and refusing to leave when asked.
And just look how many of you doubled-down for a fast double-cross. A little bit shameful really.
But I do wonder why everyday people dislike liberals…
Could it have to do with their inability to understand the perception of the masses,
Leading to an obvious disconnection as they try anoint their own leaders from within,
From a community of people who don't relate much to a working class that's left behind,
And of course, their aristocratic glitzy-eyes gleaming for a banker’s golden money lines.
Seems like you should be thanking her for swinging a strong punch to save your party,
She spanked that naughty little prince out of a palace, and you all called it a scandal,
And he got so bum-hurt, he ran to his banker daddy cause he couldn’t sit right no more.
But do you think he would have exited without a mother's red handprint flushing his ass?
Nah. Wasn't gonna happen.
It all seems kinda heroic in my books, most definitely fierce,
And I'll tell ya, slapping an out-of-control manger in public,
The youths of today love that antagonistic workplace stuff.
And where the youths engage is where the energy follows,
You want a relatable renewal agent, she’s bringing it to you.
A banker can get all the endorsements of an unloved party,
And the well-networked connections of a prince's privilege,
But it looks like she's the one who's setting the news's pace.
And that attitude might be the right kind of spunky energy to punch a fat fascist and rally the masses,
Plus, she’s actually represented people before, not just an out-of-touch technocracy, so that’s a score.
Sure, a banker gets fast connections because they're good at tweaking for a speedy roll of numbers...
But that's greed's pacing game of elites,
Honest love is a growing people's mood,
And she honestly loved your party so much,
To sacrifice herself against the greed of a haunting prince.
Punch Queen, punch.
We got a ringer here,
Fat fascists beware!