Better is arbitrary
I just know me
And the fucked up shit I see
No wonder cries
Pour through the eyes
Tired of watching good people’s demise
News no longer filled with surprise
Except when no one dies
But the gov’t will take care of that
Ever heard of a war called Iraq
Don’t care about the excuse they read
All I see is red
Not the color of passion
But that of death
Step back and breathe a breath
Childishness I’m passin
To the gov’t team
That doesn’t mind the theme
Infants with infantry
Makin’ me rhyme like a nursery
Itsy bitsy spider
Drunk on cider
Little bo peep
Sacrificin’ sheep
Little red riding hood
Not all good
So pop goes the weasel
Next comes the upheaval
It’s raining, it’s pouring
The young ones are snoring
No screen means just boring
Nike, jersey shore, kardashians we’re adoring
What’s trending, I’m deploring
While Jack and Jill
Sit atop Capitol Hill
Cronies pockets they fill
While we’re left with the bill
What’s it up to, twenty trill?
If they weren’t already dead, our forefathers they’d kill
I’m givin’ everything away no need for a last will
I’ll be nimble, I’ll be quick
Jack’s gonna jump over the candle stick
Before America is too sick
So one, two
Buckle my shoe
No answer but got a clue
Not a cow but can moo
Not che but could coo
But I’d rather rub a dub dub
And scout like a cub
This little piggy
Is poppin’ like Iggy
So twinkle, twinkle little star
Protectin’ the night like a templar
So we can lullaby
Under a sky
Not propped up by lies