Back to home page Back to other political content       Trickle Down by Sean September 2003               Twas that cowboy Ron who coined the con   When the rich get more it flows anon   Down to the ranks of the poor someday   So have faith but it won't hurt to pray.         Tricky Dick, Ford and two Bush's too     Dressed up this myth with hullabaloo     The latest twist gives us a tax break     Most got a droplet for pity sake.           But some deeds find their way to heaven     That's returned to us in holy grace     Some one to share in breaking levin.     A flow of tough love in the rat race.           Keep the faith - got plenty wars to fight.   Not very legal but might makes right.   Did rain of relief get clog the drain?   Budget for services cut again.         Both rich parties sing the refrain   Elect us and we'll ease your poor pain.   Is someone pissing hard on my head?   Do they think we are all brain dead?         There's a force called universal will     In the particular chilling still.     Give yourself a chance to trust et al.     But stay alert for a "warcry" call.           Is someone sending us a short straw?   Cast in a desert to scratch and claw   My way out of rusty lies and dust   Show me a penny in god we trust.         Did I see them bragging bout the rich?   media mouthed bastards tell us switch   Get a better deal with donkey ass   Brays and praise sounding drums and more brass         In the holy reign leaches were used      To reach a godly vision - amused?     To bleed you slowly not quite so dry.     Spare me frockers I don't want to die.           Shouldn't I laugh at this cruel gruel farce?     of a people's getting it in the arse     Though some make like this fetish true     Trickle down is more like a lame screw.           87 Billion - do we get a dime?   A Rockefeller pitch in depression time   300 million times cents ten   Our own money falls back now and then.         The signs in stores send aid to the troops   Who's getting help in Iraq - the dupes?   We don't need your oil - well maybe a bit   Land raped, whores back - no shit!         Thank God one Bush goal has not been met     Solar energy has not been harnessed yet.     I'm sure business would send me a yearly ray     False hope that the sun's alive today.           Some bushes bear fruit others a thorn     Suffering adds character - he's been reborn.     Spare us the rhetorical deluge - a flood     of taking rights away - is democracy a dud?           Render unto Caesar and G. W. da dope   All the puppets say we patriots should cope.   The cloth is clogging my mouth no treats   The homeless are sprinkling our streets.     But the Bushes go to church on Sunday   Media circus churning out sermons on Monday.   But when I go it's "give me your money"   The trickle gets diverted its not very funny.     Preach democracy but the IMF's in charge     They set the agenda the profits are large.     But none trickles back not even crumbs     Dissidents unite to throw out rich bums.