They
A group called They think They've got it licked
How are They able to predict
I'm sure you've heard of them before
They amazingly think They know the score
Who are these people we call They
Why is it They must convey
The rules for every mortal soul
As if these folks had total control
How can I trust these people They
How can I trust the words They say
Where do They come from, how many are They
Do They hold my fate in this game They play
Do They know me and the things I've seen
Are They upstanding or downright obscene
Do They worship God or the devil in hell
How can They presume to know things well
They say today will be stormy skies
They say that prices will soon rise
They got a handle much better than spies
They're experts at what They surmise
Maybe someday I'll get to meet They
I wonder if They're related to the N.O.A.A.
Don't bet all your money on what They say
They just might lead us all astray
May 31, 2013
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