A petulant contrarian takes his bat and ball
Play by his rules or don’t play at all
You’re welcome to sit at the children’s table
Your membership card is purely a label

Majorities are a democratic dream
Sold the fantasy to the extreme
Somehow claiming the moral high ground
But where only the minority is found

Now as the world turns slowly burning
Eyes open to the virtues returning
Consign the child to go play at home
Where he can wonder why he’s all alone