<\/p>\n
They’d make love and that’d be it<\/p>\n
a cup of coffee<\/p>\n
and on to the next piece of tit.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
They’d round off bills and borrowing<\/p>\n
into but money<\/p>\n
words into something only to call your honey<\/p>\n
(oops! I forgot – this shouldn’t be funny!)<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
They’d make grown men, slaves<\/p>\n
government ad ministered<\/p>\n
the rest well-behaved, ready to wave<\/p>\n
the mental patients off<\/p>\n
(Heil happiness! Without a sputter or cough!)<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
They’d make wars but<\/p>\n
interventions<\/p>\n
strikes and protests but<\/p>\n
conventions<\/p>\n
“Want another cuppa?”<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
They’d make memory but<\/p>\n
a few well timed tears<\/p>\n
celebrations celbratory,<\/p>\n
the only way to keep the tables clear.<\/p>\n
“Drink up – Cheers!”<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
They’d make being young but<\/p>\n
a time before your older<\/p>\n
fashion, a follow me<\/p>\n
hey, there’s not much to shoulder!<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
They’d make ignorance a virtue<\/p>\n
but call it by another name<\/p>\n
they’d make it a law that<\/p>\n
there’s always another to blame.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!<\/p>\n
They’d dam up all the rivers<\/p>\n
(only they’d know how it figures)<\/p>\n
Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!<\/p>\n
They’d clear up all our livers.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
They’d give hell a better name<\/p>\n
sprinkle out to all, 15 minutes of fame<\/p>\n
hey, look at him!<\/p>\n
they’d even bring back shame.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
They’d make trees grow but straight<\/p>\n
in public, unlawful to hate<\/p>\n
(but my how the tongues strain, they can’t wait)<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
They’d nail down logic into it’s proper place<\/p>\n
give every mirror a proper face<\/p>\n
(my head must be screwed on wrong – what a waste!)<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
They’d move back the dawn<\/p>\n
an hour or two<\/p>\n
tell you all that’s wrong with you<\/p>\n
they’d outlaw all foul language<\/p>\n
I swear,<\/p>\n
but hey! who’d give a f**k (read, care).<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Everybody’d have to want to own a house<\/p>\n
have 1.3 children, be quiet as a laboratory mouse<\/p>\n
and replace their old doodad with a doohickey<\/p>\n
at least once a year (or when bankruptcy is near).<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
They’d research for endless years<\/p>\n
so that onions wouldn’t make your eyes cry<\/p>\n
(they’d even give bawling babies a sigh)<\/p>\n
they’d always make sure to remind you,<\/p>\n
it’s not proper to ask why<\/p>\n
(why, is it only me that’s not shy?)<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
They’d try to make the weather<\/p>\n
the same every day<\/p>\n
(but then, what would they talk about anyway?)<\/p>\n
even, extract from the seasons<\/p>\n
all their seasoning<\/p>\n
(but I can follow their reasoning).<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
They’d make all the answers<\/p>\n
come none too soon<\/p>\n
they’ve even succeeded in de-mystifying the moon.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
They’d turn water into wine<\/p>\n
and turn a profit too<\/p>\n
but they won’t sell you much<\/p>\n
fish and bread will have to do,<\/p>\n
but don’t ask how it’s done<\/p>\n
it might be the end of you.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
They’d stuff all hope into<\/p>\n
a lottery ball<\/p>\n
Let the world pay just<\/p>\n
to watch ’em fall.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
They’d make intelligence, just knowing<\/p>\n
(my can’t you hear their noses blowing!)<\/p>\n
and all comings a going<\/p>\n
nothing left on the table but Spam<\/p>\n
and little jars of freckled jam.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
They’d take us all for fools<\/p>\n
and that’s how they’d rule<\/p>\n
(but aren’t we …. stroke that – it’s cruel)<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
They’d live unleaking, then expire<\/p>\n
like a fat firm tire<\/p>\n
unburped by a bump<\/p>\n
never roughing the road<\/p>\n
just spinning around a point of nothing<\/p>\n
to nowhere, god knows I suppose.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
They’d move beauty back to center<\/p>\n
make every unliving thing better<\/p>\n
(but our eyes keep getting wetter).<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
They’d refer over and over to rights<\/p>\n
(what you can get away with is right)<\/p>\n
and article 249BS.3 (d)<\/p>\n
have the whole world energetically flying kites<\/p>\n
thinking they were free<\/p>\n
(but having to ask to go and pee).<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Yes, it’s done like a deal!<\/p>\n
(can’t you hear Orwell and the pigs squeal?)<\/p>\n
what we don’t know, we have and they<\/p>\n
intend to steal<\/p>\n
and they know who they are<\/p>\n
(I can only see them cuz I’m so far….)<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
In the high branches of the tree<\/p>\n
baboons howl<\/p>\n
while below lions saunter about<\/p>\n
with a scowl.<\/p>\n
The zoo keepers are getting paid<\/p>\n
cashing in<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
(they know how to put the knife in)<\/p>\n
Cuz, they know who they are<\/p>\n
and that<\/p>\n
the jail bars are ours.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
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