I started writing this in my backyard, thinking about a dawning government scandal. Soon after, the opposite party did something equally stupid. Soon after, business scandals, one after the other too numerous to merit specification here. Got me thinking about cultures of entitlement, and as easy as a tune like this is to rattle off for a guy like me, I also know I’m not alone in resenting selfish behaviour from public figures.
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I dreamt I saw with waking eyes as my money went ‘lost’. And a crooked face on the tube says it’s a bargain for the cost. I’ve never been in a fistfight, I’m not disposed to hate, but I’ll call it what it is when money runs the halls of state. You can call up all your lawyer friends, have someone take me out.No one’d put it past you now, of that I got no doubt. Hello constable, over here, take the folksinger away. It’s Security we’re defending, against these potheads and these gays. Tell me, where did you come from? Why exactly are you here? Is this what your forefathers fought for, and held so dear? Is this what your foremothers taught you, to cheat at every game? And now remind us why we hire you again. You strike me as the kinda guy, who never ever pays for school. Hushed up a girl here and there, while daddy played it cool.You’ve got this code you speak in, you and all your friends, where working where you do justifies certain ends. You get caught red-handed, cry crocodile on TV, look in the camera and say you know what it’s like to be a guy like me. Then hide it all in bank accounts that don’t have any names. Now you remind us why we hire you again. I’ll give y’a little friendly hint, you’d better get it down. That money that went missing’s really missing in my town. And it’s sad to think we get reduced to the lesser of the two. We gotta change that somehow, ‘cause we lose respect for you. Pull in your fawning audience, hundred bucks at the door, so y’can make a bunch of small talk about working with the poor. Then put that money into spin, as if someone believes but then that’s how we all got here, and now only the money leaves. You’re spinning like a racecar htat’s a-burstin’ into flames. Now you remind us why we hired you again. I’m seeing now with waking eyes that money don’t get lost. You’re the only game in town, pullin’ millions for your boss. Now let the story be told aloud, for all the world to hear. And shame and derision follow you the rest of your mortal years. Y’all say you’re so different. Hey baby I can change. And zebras can grow polka dots and sing Home On the Range. The moral of the story is your kind seems all the same and we should never…
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