Monday, March 26, 2018

the bad


The black ship sails
Battling the wave on the seas
The sailors ever ready to fight
Sail into the harbor in the dark night

The Captain docks in
Quickly anchor his ship firmly
Looking ahead he smiles
With his Bill of Fake News Act

He needs to get it passed
In the House to get in sweet passage
He needs it before he sails again
Into the nation of wealth and power balls

He breathes the cool night air
There is the feeling of power flowing
He knows he will get it done
The fools always need money pushes

What democracy?”
The world belongs to the powerful men
The wealth to push the frontiers
The wealth to get men and women to do dirty work

The Captain rides a cab
Reach Parliament in dark morning light
He enters by the back door
Power and money open opportunities

In the morning he sits in an open cafe
Sipping his hot coffee reading his newspaper
The black ship in anchor waiting for his return
He knows his crew they will not abandoned ship

So he is cocky sure
He smiles thinking about it
The women pass by looking at him
He counts his golden lights but it's the neon aim

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