We all have a little cognitive dissonance

The only way to make it through the day

Now, isn’t it?

There’s a boot on your head

And you’re kissing it

It’s so confusing

Head containing thoughts conflicting

Narrow worldview constricting

Despite data insisting you keep it all managable

I write little songs about the things that are wrong

Because it’s easier than storming the streets

The little rocks that we throw at the tanks

While they roll over our bones with such ease