Hunting the Lost
America's a derivative economy
Where only the Bank's
Allowed to run home to Mommy.
Insurance, Real Estate, Pharmaceuticals, Oil,
Double, double toil and trouble,
Fire burn and cauldron bubble,
As into the pot we throw to boil
Lost souls and the economy's rubble.
The emperor has no clothes
So he takes the poor man's blanket
Leaving him cold and wet
Nowhere to turn when the sun has set,
Oil interests boom with cash in pocket
Many laid off as fuel prices skyrocket.
War financed on credit
Bills that pay the interest
Show our true deficit
As we kill off our best
Thinking nothing of it.
They'll pay their bills like the rest.
Health is wealth and wealth is health
But both are taken by stealth
There is no Balm in Gilead
You see the patent's run out,
Generics don't work like the one in the ad
And insurance's put the system to rout.
Never buy stock without legs you can see
Always seemed sensible to someone like me,
Banks routinely apply payments to
Interest before principle for me and you
And as those payments accrue
Chalk it up to value added
And increase the debt that is due.
Lest this seem the robbery of our age
The only mask that is worn
Is the smile as they grant another mortgage
And once more the sheep is shorn.
A hidden undersea quake
Goes unnoticed 'til one day we wake
To the force of a Tsunami
Changing coastlands the lie afar
At the other end of our favourite bar.
Why should I challenge hot air?
Get worked up over things that aren't there?
A little word like turbulence
Makes great difference
In a commercial world
Increasing sales and profits.
Against this evil my banner's unfurled
At these windmills level my lance.
You see I'm but mad North Northwest
And now the wind is from the South
So I'll hunt Hawks and Handbills,
With the sword that's in my mouth.
The bright green plumage of those rare birds
Shall soon my cap adorn,
For the ADA's licensed my words
Like hunter's arrows to fly forth
Godspeed and good hunting anon.
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