• "Party of Me"

    Divided into misshapen pieces,
    the American pie.
    Something delicious now something vicious.
    It's a puzzle and we don't know why.
    Lines divide us as we pass by
    facing opposite directions,
    we attempt to toe the line,
    only met with firm rejections.
    What party am I?

    Bringing my party into this debate
    so you can feel justified
    slinging slander and hate.
    You say I'm "on the other side".
    I know who I am
    and I know what defines me.
    Not one part worth a damn
    is from a political party.
    What party am I?

    We are often demanding
    respect for religion or race,
    but party's not so outstanding.
    You might just spit in my face
    because you have some assumption
    that the lines of the big wigs
    are for public consumption
    and we all think what they think.
    What party am I?

    We're just loosely associated,
    our ideals are all varied.
    It's not that complicated.
    The common people aren't married
    to the ideals that they're spouting
    on prime-time T.V.
    Start believing, stop doubting
    that I'm the party of me.
    So... "What party am I?"