I stink with the filth of the underclass
This is just as bad as Classical India’s caste
Hundreds of millions going to work slaving everyday
And all they take home is a meager monthly pay
We are run by the country’s top one percent
But what about the other ninety-nine who aren’t as affluent
Statistics show that the lower class is bound for extinction just like the dinosaur
Ironic isn’t it in a day and age where we can cure every ache and sore
Let’s get a little abstract with this abstraction:
Disaster strikes and those who are left divide up into factions
These aren’t hardened road warriors, just the richest of the rich
The top one percent, the ones with the tax breaks, the ones who don’t know what it’s like to be in a ditch
Would you trust them to repopulate America, to rebuild a people once so strong?
Or would they continue doing wrong, wrong, wrong
People so finicky with who they chose to mate
They think everyone below them is an ingrate
Someone so sanctimonious that they wouldn’t even accept fallatio
From anything less than the Golden Ratio
So if we wouldn’t trust them as an Armageddon survival potion
Why are we going to trust them to repopulate the economy in this doomsday we call “The Recession”?
Why give them a break when we are busy breaking our backs
Trying to provide for our families to they don’t feel the sharp sting of the flack
This country was founded by the people, for the people
So why is it being run by the tiniest portion of those same people?
Things here are run by majority and reinforced by authority
But last time I checked, one percent would constitute a minority
So what’s the fate of this “great” country of mine?
Well, I can’t really tell you because they don’t trust me to select my line
Because I’m not old enough, not responsible enough to make that call
But if you ask me, it looks like even the adults are dropping the ball
Give this country back to the people it was made for
That’s it, that’s the end, but this political tirade doesn’t end with a “paid for”