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.