I wish I could be outraged all
the time,
but I brighten up because my life is sweet
and forget to follow the bouncing dime.
So I blink the reeking slime
on Facebook, sound the retreat
and join my life in realtime.
American Democracy may be
finished and I feel fine.
My secret is, I don’t watch TV.
If I could be outraged all the time,
keep my eye on the daily crime,
then I woudn’t feel so complicit
with the grim force that keeps the dime
bouncing like a Mexican jumping
bean.
The truth is, I can’t stand the heat.
It’s too exhausting to be outraged all the time.
So I’m the mystery guest on What’s My Line?
facing the inquisition of Arlene Francis and Soupy
Sales: “Are you outraged all the time?
Or are you scared to watch the bouncing dime?”
