Something Happened
We once were discerning,
we once had opinions.
But then we stopped learning,
and turned into minions.
One day, something happened.
We can’t tell you when.
One day we got crapped on,
and ceased to be men.
There once was a telly
whose end-word was “vision”,
Vidal and Minelli.
Who took the decision?
No, let’s not put Gore on.
Don’t fear their begrudgement.
They’re all total morons:
they don’t have no judgment.
Let’s just give them Fonzie
in suicide combat,
and re-run Beyoncé
in Dances With Wombats.
And once, public service
meant serving the voters:
now they get nervous
when pleasing promoters.
I’m sure I remember
a time before Mammon,
when decency’s embers
did not come with jam on.
Then one day it altered,
I can’t tell you how,
but honesty faltered –
and look at us now.
Copyright © Michael Coy | Year Posted 2017
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