There is a country called GRUNGE,
That thinks it is so much fun,
Interfering with the lives,
Of people both far and wide,
Grunge; enjoying perverse fun.
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He Thought He Saw…
He thought he saw a politician,
Who lived the perfect life,
He looked again, and saw it was,
A huge, humongous lie .
That’s it, he said, I realise,
The foolishness of life.
It’s a mess
He thought he saw an honest man,
Within the parliament,
He looked again, and saw it was,
Another bloated blimp.
Unless they leave this house,” he said,
There’ll be no hope, I think.”
It’s a real mess!
He thought he saw a banker man,
Who made an honest buck,
He looked again, and saw he was,
Entwined in all the muck.
If I were king, he said,
His head would be on the block.
It’s a terrible mess!
He thought he saw a banker’s clerk,
A man of honest youth,
He looked again, and saw he was,
A succubus forsooth.
If he should stay, he said, for sure,
My savings I will lose.
Crikey, what a mess!
He thought he saw a kangaroo,
Hopping down his street one day,
He looked again, and saw it was,
A banker’s ill gained pay.
Were I to accept this, he said,
It would be a dark, dark day.
Mess, mess, mess!
He though he saw limousine,
With groom and bride, so sweet,
He looked again, and saw it was,
The country on its knees.
We’re lost, he said, the country’s bust,
Kaput, no more, deceased.
Fix the mess!
He though he saw a shaft of light,
That shone through all this gloom,
He looked again, and saw it was,
The cold, reflected moon.
If I were young, he said aloud,
I’d make them swing – and soon!
Get those who are responsible for the mess!
He though he saw a chink of light,
A way from all this mess,
He looked again, and saw it was,
Their New World Order – yes!
Their ways are bad, corrupt, he said
For them, not us, excess.
And when we get them, what are we going to do with them?
He thought he saw the final words,
Inscribed upon a sheet,
He looked again, and saw it was,
Them sweating from the heat.
They thought us fools, he sorely said,
Come on, we’ve lives to lead!
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Crisis, what crisis?
Crisis, what crisis? he asked, looking on,
There is no crisis; it’s a part of the plan,
A plan to tax you for all you are worth,
And then some, and more; haven’t you heard?
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A New World Order is coming your way,
A world of plenty, for some, if you do what we say,
Sitting up high, like emperors, we think,
We will dish out pennies to the masses, so dim.
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You voted for us, what more can I say?
We can do anything we like; it’s the New World Order way,
When you voted us in, you signed away your birth right,
Freedom and liberty and all of that tripe.
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You want to know what my associate has to say?
I’ll get him; here he is, to illuminate your day,
Hello, I am here, now what’s all this fuss?
Haven’t you heard that it’s time to kick ass?
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Taxes, yes taxes, is the answer, I say,
More taxes on the petrol and diesel today,
Heating oil and coal will go the same way,
So also with gas and electricity, I pray.
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When we’ve taxed you so much, you can’t even think,
We will tax you some more, to push you over the brink,
Into poverty, hardship; destruction without hope,
Trapped, burdened by the New World Order yoke.
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Although it’s a quarter to midnight, there still is some hope.
Wake up, wake up, this is certainly no joke,
Politicians and bankers are intent on one thing
Destroying our lives; we must not let them win.
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There was a nation so bad
There was a nation, so bad,
That thought it was superior; a cad
Until it was challenged one day,
By a country far away,
And it made them ever so MAD.
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The Crazymad Writer 