Don't Mention The Drag

Don't mention the drag in front of the
Young ones, God forbid you should
Let them think for themselves and
Live to die for causes other than yours.

Don't mention the drag to your mother
Who's sick from all the dead food you
Fed her, not knowing that what you
Hastily consume will matter in the end.

Don't mention the drag to the budding little star,
Who's campaign is funded to limitless
Ends, even though she'd rather be playing with
Friends than cleaning the car you wish you had.

Don't mention the drag to the ones who want rights
But don't like to think about anyone's choice
Or how life can change in a split-bone second
And make you beg for what you hated before.

Don't mention the drag to the hospital bed
Who will carry us all if the bank account's full;
No matter how slow our blood might become,
For every poor one that dies, a rich one is born.