The Pocket Bus
The pocket is in the pocket
The pocket is in the purse
The purse is in the bag
And the bag is in the purse
One dollar for a dime
And one dime for a coin
The coin is in the lie
And the lie is in the coin
The pocket is full
when the purse is empty
And the purse is empty
When the pocket is full
The call is in the store
And everyone is asking for more
Seven days of strength
is moving beyond the den
The villain is in the train
And there is nothing more to gain
One more pain, one more gain
The exodus is moving closer
And the order is making us wiser
There is no more sunset on the plain
But the helpless few, and the damage gain
The wonder and the blame is searching
For a plan to move beyond the land
Everyone is going off the land,
To join the bigger band
The threat is real
And the people are full of zeal
The villain and the mercer
The piper and the scraper
The wonder and the sellers
The shoppers and the gain
They will ask you for more
When you walk through the door
But they have nothing else left to gain.
The music is playing on the left
With a pompous tune that will end at noon
The right is on the right
And they are singing with all their might
But they are not totally right
The pocket is in the bus,
And they are causing a lot of fuss
Morning and the evening will soon be done
And the night will be on the run
Day will break with without a shame
The pain will cease
And my spirit will finally be at ease.
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