POLITICAL Poem: “Special” Interests, by Winter Prosapio

I get it; my interests aren’t that special
I got no lobbyists there to take you to dinner
Got no judges I can fly
To a private island right nearby
Making sure my voice is heard
It’s pretty damn hard
Cause I’m not special
I’m just not special

I’m tired of being told it’s my own damn fault
For not being born on the top
It’s not hard they say, and point to the ladder
But we all know they’ve greased the rungs
The fix is in before you’re done
but they get in without a climb
Because they’re special
I guess they’re special

Took me a while to realize what that word means
Special’s got nothing to do with you and me
It’s just a little code word for money you see
The smoke and the mirrors will make your eyes sting
They distract you with every little thing
‘Cause you’re not special
You’re not special

Millionaires they pay no taxes
I’m putting coins in the jar for Sally’s cancer
Down here, we’re all going broke
Choking to death on all the back room smoke
Falling for every line and crook
Because we’re not special
We’re just not special

They keep pushing my Retirement further away
Even though they told me all I had to do was pay
You can’t really trust what a Fox face says
Felons running and pretending they’re friends
They take away my rights at the very top
Cause I’m not special
I’m just not special

They make it seem like you can’t trust your neighbor
All along acting like they’re doing you a favor
One day you see the fake promises told
It’s time to walk away from that fools gold
We did it before and we can do it again
Because you know what?
They’re not that special
They’re just not special

They only have a power we give them
So what if we take it back?