With our hearty supermarket habits

And ways of democratic self-deceit,

We dodge the bullets to the ballot box,

Accepting our predictable defeat.

 

Brought up on true sportsmanship’s traditions,

We learn to take reverses on the chin.

We fight our corner and we know our rights;

We also know that we can never win.

 

In the eyes of those who hold the reins now,

There is no room for argument or doubt.

Their world consists of straight and brightened lines;

Our fuzzy logic stretches too far out!