Peg, I hear your words with care
Such minds as yours are double dare
Keep it up, girl, make 'em think
I think you're splendid, here's a wink ;>)

They may pretend to sluff you off
'cause comfort zones bequeath their scoff
This 'hand me down' we call the world
Is ours to care for, their's; unfurled

Bush a nightmare, bad words fed
Gore a puppet, corporate led
The media insists on dead heat running
While Nader's press prefers him bumming

Could the public all at once
Turn their backs to Gore'n Dunce?
Maybe is my answer; often
We certainly would our hardships soften
ttr