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The Ballad of The Profiteers

October 29th, 2011 · 6 Comments · Music, Poetry, Politics

The Ballad of the Profiteers

 

MrBurns

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You’re suckin’ on / your money’s teat,
When nothin’s left / for folks to eat,
You’re livin’ high / down on Wall Street,
Crushin’ dreams / beneath your feet.

How come it is / and why it’s not,
The biggest thieves / are never caught,
When all you are / is what you bought,
And what’s inside / just ain’t a lot,

You’re singin’ the Ballad of the Profiteers,
You’re sailing your yacht on a river of tears,
You’ve been scorchin’ the Earth for all these years,
You’re the skill-less, soul-less profiteers.

 

You don’t make anything / except for money,
You don’t find anything / to be that funny,
You’re only friend / is a hired bunny,
And you’re drowin’ alone / in your milk & honey.

Selfish is / as shameless does,
And profits are / your only buzz,
You cast aside / whatever was,
You have no love / and it’s all because . . .

You’re singin’ the Ballad of the Profiteers,
You’re sailing your yacht on a river of tears,
You’ve been screwin’ us all for too many years,
You’re the skill-less, soul-less profiteers
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You’d push your mother / down in a hole,
If it added to / your bankroll;
You’re all fluffed up / like a perfumed troll,
That thinks it scored / The Golden Goal.

Life doesn’t start / on Monday morn,
It began on the day / when you were born,
When you looked outside / with so much scorn,
Then skipped the dance / with The Golden Horn,

cuz …
You’re singin’ the Ballad of the Profiteers,
You’re sailing your yacht on a river of tears,
You’ve been fuckin’ us over all of these years,
You’re the skill-less, soul-less profiteers!

repeat as needed

 

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Sittin’ On My Roof In New Orleans

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Sans Sons — A Song In Names Only

A Shakespearian Cassady

The Royal Woods of Cassady County

The Carolyn Cassady Birthday Poem

Smokin’ Charlie’s Saxophone

A Song of Enid I Sing 

The Boys Who Grew From Northern Lands

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by Brian Hassett       karmacoupon@gmail.com       BrianHassett.com

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6 responses so far ↓

  • 1 Will Hodgson // Nov 1, 2011 at 3:10 PM

    But what do you really think?

  • 2 Rob Salmon // Nov 1, 2011 at 10:48 PM

    Come to Austin and we’ll jam it up. 😉

  • 3 Deb Reul // Jan 27, 2012 at 10:29 PM

    I think I know who this is about. lol 😀

  • 4 Cindy Wilkinson // Oct 17, 2012 at 11:21 AM

    Love this. Let’s hope one of them doesn’t become president.

  • 5 Don Howell // Oct 30, 2012 at 10:40 PM

    Word.

    This should be Romney’s themesong.

  • 6 Master David Goodmen // Feb 18, 2013 at 8:27 PM

    Got it in one, Brian!  I like the rhymes. 

    There is the whole Entitlement thing happening, too:  “Everybody owes me, because I’m me!”  A lot of these people seem to believe this nonsense. 

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