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Don’t let them get you talking
bat-on-brain, beak turned upside down
Don’t let them have you walking
with your throbbing head spun around

Everything simple is now so plain topsy turvy,
silence is the complex New Wave sound

Aisle confusion  ...  bland XY liberty
Shopping cart illusion,
soap opera values so capsicum spicy

Taste the topsy turvy — 
pungent pepper is lick savory salt
Can’t detect the lies
with the tainted sodium pentothal

Drop the fear pamphlets from the plane
Tell the rollercoaster peace lovers,
the war wheels ain’t gonna stop turning
But the churning of the spiel
is a casting couch deal ...
Evil deeds portrayed as good
Fake heroism co-starring as truth

Concerned citizens lounging aloof — 
abject neglect is considered duty bound
So much wobbly noise,
got those bobble heads spinning around

Exorcist thrill-seekers
doing the demon mic drop
Mute answer the free-fall call
Cold cadaver lips spark passions hot,
but it’s hate ... not love

Topsy turvy logic
doing the jive turkey trot:
Pocket squeeze lung touch ain’t never enough
The dirty airflow plumage below
is filter sold as peacock strut clean from above

Big dollar squawk,
telly screams ‘bout Babel bauble riches
being stolen from the Tower vault
Pigeons and the hawks
got the sticky finger trigger resin itches,
and neither one wanna get caught

Topsy turvy,
profit margins  ...  turning up too small
Bottom line greed
has downright gotten so beanstalk tall

Topsy turvy  ...  snake oil speech
be viper lips moving so swervy

Up is down   ...   east is west
Wrong is right,
the more deserving gets less 

Topsy turvy ... don’t be brotherly ear liberal,
generous heart gestures is a Cain alm no-no

Topsy turvy  ...  conservatism is the sold fault line divide
Recycled sin: plastic compassion
be the coin of the realm
Glossy lip service in wink action — 
flippancy odds nod satisfaction is the same on either side

Topsy turvy  ...  saying mine is yours
No need to wonder how
a little spit starts a lot of world wars
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