Identity Politics

I’m not a republican
I’m a publican
Nor am I a democrat
I’m a butterfat
With a Burmese cat
Living in a railroad flat
(Not really but the house is old and the dogs are nuts)
You call yourself an independent?
Well by this point
You should be more transcendent
In fact we all should
But
I suppose that’s redundant
Am I conservative?
Slightly more hortative
In just doing the right thing by being kind
I’m certainly not a pussyhat
(I truly resent that in my beautiful cocked chapeau)
Suppose we have a lively talk
With a glass of wine
Or scotch
In repose
Something just ain’t working
And
It rarely does when yelling.

What more do you want from me when the high winds are blowing?