Tuesday, July 23, 2013
Friday, July 19, 2013
Only the bold, the bald and the super rich
srizals
You asked what race am I?
I'm the race of the not super rich
With granny and daddy never ever pampered by the colonial race
Who brought in their loyal subjects from abroad
To outsmart and outplace the oppressed local race
And for 500 hundred years living in disgrace
Destroyed of all richness, forbidden from commerce, cut out from the world
And you still wonder why I'm lagging behind in an unfair 50 years of race?
You asked, what race am I?
I'm the race of the not super rich
With richness and abundance stolen in 500 hundred years of tyranny
Outsmarted and outwitted by the clever triad race
Selling pirated goods, sins and women as slaves
Selling intoxication, gambling and suffering
Burning the greed of the human race
In cruel monopoly and ruthless price rigging
Only the bold, the bald and the super rich
Find it loathsome to be with me in the same race
You asked, what race am I?
I'm the race of the not super rich
Only the bold, the bald and the super rich
Who wears indecent woman’s dress and thinks he looks sweet
Find it loathsome to be with me in the same race.
You asked what race am I?
I'm the race of the not super rich
With granny and daddy never ever pampered by the colonial race
Who brought in their loyal subjects from abroad
To outsmart and outplace the oppressed local race
And for 500 hundred years living in disgrace
Destroyed of all richness, forbidden from commerce, cut out from the world
And you still wonder why I'm lagging behind in an unfair 50 years of race?
You asked, what race am I?
I'm the race of the not super rich
With richness and abundance stolen in 500 hundred years of tyranny
Outsmarted and outwitted by the clever triad race
Selling pirated goods, sins and women as slaves
Selling intoxication, gambling and suffering
Burning the greed of the human race
In cruel monopoly and ruthless price rigging
Only the bold, the bald and the super rich
Find it loathsome to be with me in the same race
You asked, what race am I?
I'm the race of the not super rich
Only the bold, the bald and the super rich
Who wears indecent woman’s dress and thinks he looks sweet
Find it loathsome to be with me in the same race.
Monday, July 8, 2013
A Tiring Tune
srizals
Whatever do I have to do?
To save the fools dancing to the tune
Of a kind piper that plays an alluring tune
Calling the tranced greedy little rats to their doom
Drowning together in the mentality of the herd
Oh, whatever do I have to do?
To wake the daydreaming 14 year old who
Reads a bedtime story or two
And thinks to himself or herself, or his selfish self, I'm the wisest of the fools
Oh, whatever do I have to do?
When the lords ask the ordinary to march, fight and die
To defend their stature of glory
To defend their whimsy gory
To bleed and to suffer in fear and agony
Far, far away from the eyes of the caring noble lords
Far, far away from the ears of the handsome noble lords
Can't you see, can't you see?
It's always the peasants that do the dying
It's always the peasants that do the suffering
Can't a smart 14 year old person see that too?
Can't that 14 year old person for once, be a smart little fool?
Whatever do I have to do?
To save the fools dancing to the tune
Of a kind piper that plays an alluring tune
Calling the tranced greedy little rats to their doom
Drowning together in the mentality of the herd
Oh, whatever do I have to do?
To wake the daydreaming 14 year old who
Reads a bedtime story or two
And thinks to himself or herself, or his selfish self, I'm the wisest of the fools
Oh, whatever do I have to do?
When the lords ask the ordinary to march, fight and die
To defend their stature of glory
To defend their whimsy gory
To bleed and to suffer in fear and agony
Far, far away from the eyes of the caring noble lords
Far, far away from the ears of the handsome noble lords
Can't you see, can't you see?
It's always the peasants that do the dying
It's always the peasants that do the suffering
Can't a smart 14 year old person see that too?
Can't that 14 year old person for once, be a smart little fool?
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