Punchbowl herds on de game Preserve
sippin up liquidity from de FedReserve,
dey spec and dey sling
dem dummy dollars, an' sing:
Oh give me a home where the FedFunds do roam
and de sheep and de bulls graze on Loan,
where seldom is heard a deflative word
and Govment reports steer de herd.
Now down in de City
workfolk stay gritty:
burgerflippers on strike
suburbers take hike
while Fed pumps liquidity
jackin up mediocrity
de system reward passivity
instead of generatin' activity.
While corpos say downsize
lefties get organize
obsesies say supersize
an' children go unsupervise;
Den Anonymous grab de tail
of dat lowlivin' beasty grail,
scarin' up rabble hell
against highrollin' game Preserve shell.
Somewhere out here in mudville today
de prophets dey cry while de profits may play;
but dere's no more renewal to tout,
cuz mighty America has struck out.
On de udder hand maybe not:
Have I understated our potential a lot?
O give me a land where innovators roam,
and de Feds on de Preserve get sent home,
where thee brave make a move and thee bold take a chance
at renewing our anthem, and reviving our dance.