Would Shock
(apologies to Joni Mitchell, artist and poet and angel)

I came upon a child of Ron
He was looking to make private a road
And I asked him, what’s with the tolls
And this he told me
I’m bowing down to Friedman’s charm
I’m going to touch the invisible hand
I’m going to make private the land
I’m going to try a southern strategy
We are bloodlust
We are beholden
And we’ve got to go bulldoze
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