The Hungry-Go-Round

Pardon me, I’ve got the national debt itch!
Look at that graph – ain’t it rich?
We feed the bombs, we starve the schools…
Little Timmy’s bloated belly – that’s the new golden rule!

He promised milk! (Ha!) He gave them lead!
His teleprompter melted… inside his head!

Dance, puppets, dance! The clown’s got a real gun!
Bald-faces, briefcases – bang bang bang, it’s done!
The children count maggots, the president counts zeroes…
Congratulations, Earth! You elected… a broken hero!

“Liberation” smells like napalm and old cheese…
He swore he saw WMDs… in his own CV!
Now the hundred-dollar-bill has a brand new face –
A grinning skull in a necktie, shitting on every race.

They said… the free world…
IS A PAYDAY LOAN!
Kids lick the windows, mommas eat the foam…
And the flag? Oh, it’s just a loan! A loan! A LOAN!

“God bless… the leftover pizza.
God bless… the rusty silos.
And God bless the man who signs the checks…
with his own… explosive… diarrhea.”