Might as well call it a day
as in punt
run to the sidelines
Got a place to hide
eat the cheese
There's always the Packers
The horse has left the barn
None of the mavericky said nay
Why should I?
Marx was right
but his followers had guns
Engels is left but Stalin blocked the sun
They are clapping at the end of the day
at the American stock exchange
because a stately mansion
in the remote Rocky mountains
sold for millions and billions
of barrels of red ink
Currents of rust
rivulets of plastic
a trickle down economics
runs to the ocean
but sinks in the sand
in the Rio Grande
Deregulation is a vial
in the Book of Revelations
Only thing you need
are fewer words
to resonate the dumbing down
The lord laughs with the rich
which is why it's okay
For the esteemed Senator from Oklahoma
to look away from the homeless man
sleeping by the stairs at Washington Square
as the limousine passed on by
Look away
Look away
The land of cotton
Look away
No land left to give away
Property is theft is superior violence
We can get fries with that
but your going to have to pay
out of pocket for your heart attack
Don't answer the phone
It's only a robo call
The Gipper is clutching a mean memo
from David Stockman
who reinvented
English Poor Laws
So Tiny Tim
can't get ruby red slippers
Pawning his crutches will pay for a forced drug test
The player piano has gone out of tune
Money is a green cloud
passing over the head
of Milton Friedman
paid in cash by artificial intelligence
beaming a bribe passed
beneath an Italian mob marble table
passing through the sky
a digital sea of endless greed
Who the fuck is Dickens?
Ayn and Benito and Adolf
retrofit the classics
for planet tipped over
by a zillion brain dead end jobs
building a white yacht
for Noah at the nosh
roasting endangered species
instead of a safety net
for the looming flood
of Koch addict funds
When it all comes crashing
I told you so
will be a good
presidential
campaign
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