Tomorrow is the day – the day I dread.
The first of March. Declare the dividend.
I hate a scene but I, by nature’s quirk,
endure the drama, seated on the stage.
I never met a shareholder who said
‘I know you are the CEO. My friend,
we really do appreciate your work.’
Hostility is not so hard to gauge.
Today’s the day it all comes to a head.
A thousand profit-sniffers will attend.
Their eyes will flay me, glaring from the murk,
and though I do my damnedest to assuage
the fury, ‘carbon footprint’s tread’ –
it will not help me. Why do I pretend?
They want more money. Explanations irk.
Their unearned income is the war they wage.
Their eyes and exit signs pulsating red,
No Confidence the motion that they’ve penned,
malicious in the darkness where they lurk,
creators (or the symbols?) of our age.
While looking down from my balcony view:
a depressing sadness washed over me.
And I wondered what the world would look like:
when we no longer have the honeybee.
The fake facade of civilization:
advertises a neon paradise.
But that illusion costs us: the fact is,
nothing is free; everything has a price.
Cigarettes kill, and yet, they are still sold:
shareholder profits aren't based on good health.
Big money doesn't care if you die coughing:
each cough increases their corporate wealth.
In America, kids shoot kids in schools:
yet, gun control has been ignored for years.
The N.R.A. bribes politicians with
cash to pad their pockets, not to cry tears.
1. All I want is an increase in bonding
and on that smile to be a shareholder
watching the growth of your guts silently
to tenderly tame a curious filly
and put our hearts to a lovely feast
Chorus
I’m trying to make you see
I’m trying to make you know
I’m wishing to make you feel
that your heart is all I need
2. Let me shield your errors with a bumper
allow me mend those cracks love, with my splint
I’ll make those pains exist in brevity
making sure your shame and worry don’t bloat
to raise happy moments, never to slump
Chorus
I’m trying to make you see
I’m trying to make you know
I’m wishing to make you feel
that your heart is all I need
3. In the land of beauty, you are sovereign
perceived so perfect as I stay snowblind
your resistance seemingly factitious
clearly flaunting your charm on a showboat
but to another, you showed the sky light
Chorus X2
I’m trying to make you see
I’m trying to make you know
I’m wishing to make you feel
that your heart is all I need
Do I envision one world free,
of hurtful, senseless bigotry?
where people you see with their success
won't fill you with envy and leave you less
and food you eat your babies too
were made with love not shareholder value
the pieces of earth we use and abuse
will one day be seated on their royal berth
the grass is greener without a fence
to brighten the prairie, chemical less
so join me now brothers and sisters
lend me your ear I'll show you how,
with three simple words I do decree,
In God's Trust His Will be freed
the
thick message
competes with reality,
pulls us like string puppets,
wags the tail of truth,
prevents positive emotion,
obscures historic changes,
stopping time....
....slowing progress
increasing
shareholder
value
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