The Secret Parade

The Secret Parade

Come on down to the secret parade;

It's a carnival most clandestine,

So sneak away and join us if you think

That sounds interesting.

Wolves and pigs alike are prepared

To pinch us for protesting,

But we’ve slipped the trap—it’s their own fat

That they’ll be left digesting.

The furtive festivities will have covert catering.

The samizdat symphony will provide the score.

And stealthy seamstresses have been tailoring

Cushions to keep the sound beneath the floor.

So come on down to the secret parade,

Join our surreptitious celebration!

Come listeners, laughers, and layabouts.

No need for deductible donations:

We’re sometimes broke, but always wealthy

In ways that defy taxation;

We’ve revived our loves and our lives

In this off-the-books ovation.

The military police crash in and find no one to arrest.

The focus-groupers float in and find no market left to test.

Public relations falls purposeless with no people to deceive,

And the elected officials discover there are no lemmings left to lead.

We’ve all gone down to the secret parade;

Melted away through hole-and-corner.

Fixers, fakers, and fat-cats all flummoxed

With no one there to hear their orders.
We vanished deftly through the vines;
We find fear-mongering a bore.

We’ve all gone down to the secret parade,

And we don’t need them anymore!