You say tomato; I say tomahto.
You say recession; I say inflation.
You say inflation; I say degradation.
Let me explain.
You say goodbye and I say hello.
Recessive inflation or Inflated recession.
I don’t know; you?
what’s if to you? what’s it tooya
this is bound to confuse ya
that’s the point
got it?
To whit:
you say Right; I say Left.
right is right while left is bereft?
Confusion’s an Infusion of Illusion.
Too much of either causes contusions,
of my illusions, anyway
but hey
Oh cut the crap.
Admit it. You’re a jackass; I’m a bumbling beast.
You’re kicking up a storm; I’m throwing my weight around.
Orangutangs are skeptical of changes in there cages.
So what else is new?
Meanwhile back at the ranch, the tranche
take a chance chance ch-ance
MBS's CDO's, CDF's, back in 08, it was
or was in '29?
number ny-an, number ny-an
leaves me bereft. You?
Pick a card any card
don’t tell me what it is
is it black or red?
red or dead?
red or blue
what's it to you?
consider this instead
monkeys wanta rearrange the whole jungle.
whiled rightist rugbyites wanna rumble
wild lefty loopyites will likely litigate
replay of watergate?
Watergate does not bother me, said the alabama guys
even as dirty tricks undermine the amerikan mind
and pollute us who don’t give a hoot
crowd. Loud.
Shiver me timbers said Ahab to the Starbucks but
look what happened:
meanwhile back at the ranch
ranch clotidian prime meridian
grenich village and the grinch
stealing xmas while kiddos slumber
dances of sugarplums in their dreams
hell i dont know what it means
sugarplum fairies in our memes?
plutonium in our mines; pluto in far-curved lines
but new yok times said god is dead
back in ’63
or was it ’64?
dealey plaza’s all I remember
when a grassy knoll took its toll
or somebody said . . .
or somebody spoke and i went into a dream
oh oh oh o
they blew his mind out in a car
took a cha-cha-cha- chance
meanwhile back at the mideast r-r-r-ranch
ahab the arab, sheik of the burning sands
conducts petrolands with his oily hands
as secretive cybers secrete streams of wet dreams
You’re all wet said the the well-connected sycophant
as the miller told his tale
i read the news today oh boy
about a lucky man who made the grade
he blew his mind out in tirade
using Capitol as a stage
and as I watched them on the stage
my hands were clenched in fits of rage
stop the steal stop the steal
said the joker to the psychos, unreal!
sycophants stealing ‘cross the Mall
to upstage it All.
That’s all y’all.
Last one out turn off the lights.
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