Capitol Hill lawmakers
busy be sound byte spinning
Graft siphon those sawbuck bills,
so succubus sly
Cheshire cat revenue takers,
queeny crooked smile grinning
Wink the incubus eye,
and nod about
how much cheddar they gon steal
Fat cats sitting on a lounge relax
in their dark backrooms,
blowing cigar smoke rings
Marking the Treasury tax map
with grifter circles
Them Cheshire cat one tracks
love
puffing out the zeros
C2 O mirror and smoke
Disappearing cash,
tip-toeing up
the pocket chimney it goes
C2 O ash-tinted windows
Cheshire cats
ogling claws
greedily scratching fo’ mo’
C2 O taxpayer choke hold
Got a crooked, grinning clasp ...
Grifter greedy green paw grasp,
ain’t never gon smiley let go
C2 O mirror and smoke
Cheshire cat one tracks
love puffing out the zeros
C2 O ash-tinted windows
Every tax loophole ... open cash register,
they don’t ever shut close
Stop watching me with those derisory eyes
sweet like bear claw
spicy like a bell pepper
give me back my barette
I'm not letting my hair down'
from cooties to copacetic my biggest disease
jus like when u was freshman
lost your retainer cried all day
give me back my fanny pack
you kept it all those years
crazy grifter lost on the freeway
looking for route 66 in a gay way
why you back jerk off?
scads of luv but to late
here's a sawbuck go call someone who cares!
I won't say I'm sorry
I can't apologize
when all the truth comes forth
reflected in my eyes
I won't keep you long
you are much too wise
as the truth hangs in the balance
the mask doesn't cover the guise
you cover me with roses
and lay me down with hope
reason is not forth coming
not in the broader scope
I climb the ladder with fantasy
it is a slippery slope
and I light just one more candle
and in the darkness grope
we reach and understanding
I wish you all the luck
but when it starts to rain
it's not worth a sawbuck
it lays in wreck an ruin
no way is it unstuck
lightning flashes quick
I'm the only one that's struck
To lonely sailors
Lines of polyester, a sawbuck fare
My mates, a little tea, my plight set
Smokey guitars scream over bands of hair
Cheap, watered bourbon, endless cigarette
Round perch, watching the watchers, colored lights
Elbow nudge; take the wooden pipe, past on
Back in line, another drink, eye the sites
A new view, another hit, a bad con
Munchies, chili dogs and fries, the night's end
Walking, searching for the ride back to ship
Suspended in a party with no kin
Back in my rack, open eyes slowly slip
A night of liberty, nowhere to go
These times put a lonely sailor down low
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