Parade of the Enlightened

Parade of the Enlightened

They play everyday in the sand box they've made
Dig their own holes in the world's masquerade
Wear their smart costumes in desperate charade
Flaunt themselves freely in false promenade.

Thus blinded in mind by that fool renegade
They tend to drive forward in full retrograde
A courtship of lies in their dark serenade
The scam artist's secret to making the grade.

And all the short while
We stand and we smile
And wave as they go on parade.

And I'll be there greeting
The good folk I'm meeting
Let's drink heaven's sweet lemonade.




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