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.