My vast suburbia for some break
from the malicious attacks that remain:
all of those that made up the last week and change!
Ah, the impenetrable fog, such a marble to behold
Who should judge whose cars stopped, and which cars rolled
Which factories work, and what trees are cut?
Stop, for I am the Chief, the sole and only chief.
I make the rules, unfair and square, solely
to my supporter’s relief
To change a sticker, such a plea?
Screw thee, Pedestrian!
Screw thee, Enviroment!
Screw thy rail, Screw thy bus