They swore an oath.
They framed it in the Capitol.
They hung the Constitution on the wall.
Then they hung a price tag underneath it.
And sold every word
To the highest bidder in the room.
You enter Congress with a teacher’s salary and leave a millionaire
The revolving door between the donor and the chair
The STOCK Act passed and nothing changed — compliance was the game
The spouse exemption routes the profit through a family name
Jekyll Island built the pipeline and the pipeline never closed
From the Reserve to the floor where your future was disposed
Two wings — same bird — same nest — same donor on the wire
The left and the right hand writing checks from the same fire
And somewhere in the cloakroom behind the camera and the vote
A handshake seals the legislation buried in a note
It was not in the platform and it was not in the debate
It crossed your paycheck quietly and added to the national weight
TWO WINGS — ONE BIRD — the illusion of the choice
TWO WINGS — ONE BIRD — a single donor voice
The left performs the outrage and the right performs the fight
And the uniparty counts the money every single night
TWO WINGS — ONE BIRD — the republic sold for parts
TWO WINGS — ONE BIRD — corruption at the heart
The Constitution is a prop they wave before the camera and the crowd
AND THE LOOTING NEVER STOPS BEHIND THE CLOUD
The dark money primary vets the candidate before the vote
The super PAC deposits write the platform and the quote
A twenty-five billion dollar election only millionaires survive
The working man runs once and quits — the donor class arrives
Pork barrel blackmail buried in a two-thousand-page bill
The omnibus at midnight — read it — no one ever will
The AI lobby and the crypto war chest buying every seat
Regulatory capture dressed as governance on repeat
Dark money primary vets the man!
Super PAC writes the platform plan!
Omnibus midnight two-thousand-page!
Pork barrel buried in a donor cage!
Insider trading spouse exemption made!
STOCK Act theater nothing was paid!
Revolving door still spinning today!
TWO WINGS ONE BIRD THEY ALL GET PAID!
And somewhere in the cloakroom behind the camera and the vote
A handshake seals the legislation buried in a note
It was not in the platform and it was not in the debate
It crossed your paycheck quietly and added to the national weight
TWO WINGS — ONE BIRD — the illusion of the choice
TWO WINGS — ONE BIRD — a single donor voice
The left performs the outrage and the right performs the fight
And the uniparty counts the money every single night
TWO WINGS — ONE BIRD — the republic sold for parts
TWO WINGS — ONE BIRD — corruption at the heart
The Constitution is a prop they wave before the camera and the crowd
AND THE LOOTING NEVER STOPS BEHIND THE CLOUD
The gerontocracy holds the gavel past the point of reason
Cognitive decline behind the desk is not dissent it is treason
The staffer state runs what the ghost legislator signs
Ninety percent re-elected while approval flatlines
Term limits poll at eighty percent and never reach the floor
The people writing the amendment are the ones it is written for
Convention of States — ranked choice — primary the incumbent out
The sovereign citizen is the only one who ends the drought
TWO WINGS — NO MORE — we are naming every face
TWO WINGS — NO MORE — we are taking back the place
The ranked choice ballot breaks the cage the duopoly designed
The convention of the states will do what Congress left behind
TWO WINGS — NO MORE — the Constitution is not dead
TWO WINGS — NO MORE — we are reading what it said
The founding fathers warned us and we let the warning rust
THE SOVEREIGN RECLAMATION IS A MUST
Two wings.
One bird.
One donor.
One agenda.
The oath was theater.
The vote was purchased.
The question is whether you are willing
To end the performance.