We don’t really care because we’re safe and dry in the flesh,
and your plain horns reveal that you can’t control yourself,
not exactly what anybody should be looking for to know,
pathetic greedy little mother giving a so-called free show,
while it’s us who are supposed to suck it up on our knees,
drinking your flavorful libation of no substance, yet pleases.
You easily brought down that giant blue marlin,
even with a majority of the hook in your jaw,
above floating with their sweltering plantation,
busy retelling other folk’s history as your own,
employing millions on next to starving wages,
where they are unable to get out from under.
Trust is earned some way whether it is right,
precious metals are still dug from the ground,
a gentle rain of forty inches will cause a flood,
politicians lie their best through a lovely smile,
as hospital bills continue to mount far beyond,
that someone is going to have to pay sometime.
I understand, except it harshly trudges against my instinct,
don’t honestly have to hear any since I didn’t ask for this,
vinegar needs to be mixed with oil to make me swallow,
adding in a whole lot more if you truly want us to follow,
seems basic maybe, but we weren’t raised on that course,
this method of yours giving credence to grief and remorse.