The kite is flying
High up in the sky
Let the wind blow
It sways in directions
Up in the clouds
Trying to reach the stars
But it will not happen
The kite will just go down
The back door can't see
The reality of incompetence
The run of things on the ground
Too many flip flops and complaints
Because back door flying in the sky
Believing its own story keeping its faith
Blow by the wind keep changing directions
On the ground the failures of misdirection
The pot of over cooked meat
The back door doesn't smell it
Still thinking flying in the sky
Feeling the needs of authority
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