Fat Head Frolic - 2012/09/08

Zealots in the street cheering
Empty suits on cameras jeering
Words flying by at light speed
Quite accurate unless you read

Simple ideas and flowery words
Conceal the fact both are turds
Life gets more complex each day
So turn back the clock they say

Only the cats now outta the bag
As the owner bleeds into a rag
Fat headed fools tell us no no
We can make the derelict go go

Toss a coin and go out to vote
Just tote a raft unto the boat
So after it starts to go under
You will survive their blunder

Smother us in simple platitudes
Tarring others for bad attitudes
And flanked by the perfect smile
We the foolish shall stay awhile

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