The Pusher Man
Well it all started out as a real good time
Until we're all talking at the same time
Each acting out our own radical behavious
Chaos and confusion to meet us later
As sure as the clock's time on the wall
Progressive addictions will make us fall
Forever, the pot calls the kettle black
Integrity and respect, are qualities they lack
Family or not; it's the cons of the cons
Sure as the sun rises; a deal's going on
Each jewing the other down
They all look like circus clowns
We can't wait for the final show
Most likely to end up in some blow
What an easy way to make a living
First ones always for the giving
Just enough to reel us in
Do they care that it's a sin
They know no other way of life
Living off other's grief and strife
Why do we let them do this to us?
All of us, family caught in the fuss
Is that all they see is money?
Their greedy lives; it isn't funny
They may end up all alone
Finding conversation on the phone
To you, nobody will want to talk
They'll tell you; take a walk
Copyright © Julie Luckham | Year Posted 2018
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