Love the hopeless rhetoric

Of Stone Age senators who’ve lost their shtick

The Radiance of their lovely words

With the bony skeletons of Owl Turds

The Gracious One tries to make amends

And put on the table: Can’t we be Friends?

To him they collectively turn their backs

Awaiting the Train roaring down the tracks

Bent over and stooped, They’ve all been duped

By the Money Men up in their Tower

Drinking Oil & Blood, abusing Power

Calling them all to worship their dollars

Ignoring the Warnings of the Scholars

“In Money we trust, it feeds us well”

“Let all the little ones go to Hell”

As long as we can hold the reigns

We’ll hold this position, await the Train

Thundering warning the approaching Flood

With Bullying Ego the Foolish stood

Or sat on their thumbs consumed by pride

Protected by Judges along for the ride

“Oh Crap” they said “We’ve lost all Hope”

May as well just legalize dope.

Keep the Herd all hypnotized

While we pull the wool right over their eyes

But some now awakened awaiting the slaughter

Realizing at last they were Bantha Fodder!

“The path of least resistance and least trouble is a mental rut already made. It requires troublesome work to undertake the alternation of old beliefs.” — John Dewey

“Just as a flower which seems beautiful and has color but no perfume, so are the fruitless words of the man who speaks them but does them not.” — John Dewey

Get off the cell phone and Drive! — Jake Shween