Riding On Coat-Tails

Riding on coat-tails, Is a movement hard to keep up. Prevailing to ride when times are tough, No longer muffles with a buffering to hush. Independent failures surface to pop as crops. An obvious sign that times are getting rougher. And lives lived to bluff, Are forced to be weeded from an accustomed fluff. Today the facing of facts is under attack. With a hitchhiking done on backs... Removed from positions, Once easily relaxed to munch on picked snacks. Facing facts is difficult to smother. And hard to deny with a keeping undercover. As a druther to be tossed... Like a thoughtless whim to be caught by another. Facing facts is difficult to smother. When times reveal, No one can keep them undercover. Or dismiss them to exist, For a profit to gain to exploit a fun done. Or enjoy with a sweetened twist to the mix... Tasted and approved by everyone. Riding on coat-tails, Is a movement hard to keep up. With a prevailing to ride when times are tough. No longer can the muffles with a buffering be hushed. No longer can the facts be sacked... To silence and smother, As an undercover druthered to crush. Or conceal behind a polish that's buffed... To glamorize a sparkling of disdain.