Feathers float on by the conventions.
They dance 'round these animals,
and land at their feet-
to be swept up by people like me.

All the pussy handshakes aren't going to cut it.
Not with the science
and the starships
and the submarines
juxtaposed with the mythology of our day.

Lady, lady liberty,
They've got your spangled tits in a twist.

On capital hill,
there's a spot where you can sit after dusk with your privileged family
and remember the last time you even bothered to look up.

To the sons and the daughters,
these stars are new and precious.
They aren't even American.