They Say

They say who lives, or dies
and what is the truth or lies.
That is what you voted for
they say, so don’t be sore
when, one day, you can’t drink beer
and you’re in jail for being dear
all your friends are scared to speak
because, they say, you are a freak.
And all you did was post on X
not even something, sordid, sex
but you just disagreed with them
they say, and now condemn
you as right-wing
whichever way you swing
for they don’t care or hear.
They say they know just who you are;
they tell that by your car,
what you eat, your zip code;
the car that’s just been towed.
You will do time for what you say
for free speech only goes one way
and you said something they don’t like
You dirty, grubby little tyke.

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