The Bandwagon is full
(colleagues know which side their bread is buttered on).

“I’ve made up my own mind!”
(They’re into denial, here, too.)

The center is subterfuge.

The master-manipulator
works his political magic

and presto! The Bandwagon
is changed into a smooth, black Lexus.

Then presto, again! The Lexus
becomes a white Prius,

and riders breathe a sigh of relief.

Their guilt is gone—they’re in
a correct car at last.