Fear

We're the ineffectual upper middle class apologists

With no real ax to grind, we're saying

'All for one' or is it 'One for all'?

We're like a pile of bricks that fell from an impenetrable brick wall

Are we safe here? Or has our loan come due?

The action is outside, it's revolution in slow motion

Holler out your bumper sticker: 'Elect a clown then

Expect a circus', 'Visualize whirled peas'

And we know that won't make it happen but it's those little everyday things

They ripple and get bigger but you know we all have needs