The way I see it
Multitudes of foreclosures
Bankers deliberately deceiving suckers
The highest office of the land turns head, not just
Turns head but takes an active part in the vile paradigm
People, the people, are fucked seven ways from early Monday
A cork is sealed in the coffers, the peopes are deep-sixed
The way all good peopes are deep sixed but better.
Then the Big Stern Bear that played them all
Wakes up to find the CEO had gone clubbin’
*The principal in pig-man’s strongbox is near
Belly-up! …Somebody get on the Bat Phone!
Call Jr. and his sidekick Snarls, bake the books
Shake the drain plug, hoard our Mighty Masters
Of Disastrous plans that benefit Mordor and Ire,
O Bail, bail, bail the boat! Make room for godlike
Remuneration! Compensation for bad management,
The Grandest of all 21st Century conceptualizations!
Ghostests with the MOSTests rampant squeezing on
All our ovaries and testicles until...our eyes bug out!
& YET here we argue, ever quarrel, over who we
would prefer to have a stab at fucking us next!?
An angry black man with a Bible in the 21st Century?
Whoooooooo!? A dangerous pudgy pink loudmouth
On the radio!? Something to see? I don’t know.
Most people didn’t see The Postman, many
Who did, grumbled, “Nay!” But I’ve
Seen it several times…and it’s an
Apt metaphor for the truth of
The matter. It really does
Simplify our actuality,
Our travesty oh yea
But we will argue
& we will draw
lines in the 00
muck until we
‘re blue…in the
face like they’re
blue in the blood!
Yea, we’ll just keep
Doin it for the skippers
Oh Captain, my Captain, here’s my soul. Bury it down in the miners’ hole. If I should
die before I wake. You can bill my wife for a cut of my stake. Comin’ and goin’ baby
