He Thought He Saw (what
a mess!)
He
Thought He Saw...
He
thought he saw a politician,
Who
lived the perfect life,
He
looked again, and saw it was,
A
huge, humongous lie .
“That’s
it,” he said, “I realise,
“The
foolishness of life.”
It's a mess
He thought
he saw an honest man,
Within
the parliament,
He looked
again, and saw it was,
Another
bloated blimp.
Unless
they leave this house,” he said,
There’ll
be no hope, I think.”
It's a real mess!
He thought
he saw a banker man,
Who
made an honest buck,
He looked
again, and saw he was,
Entwined
in all the muck.
“If
I were king,” he said,
“His
head would be on the block.”
It's a terrible mess!
He thought
he saw a banker’s clerk,
A man
of honest youth,
He looked
again, and saw he was,
A succubus
forsooth.
“If
he should stay,” he said, “for sure,
My savings
I will lose.”
Crikey, what a mess!
He thought
he saw a kangaroo,
Hopping
down his street one day,
He looked
again, and saw it was,
A banker’s
ill gained pay.
“Were
I to accept this,” he said,
It would
be a dark, dark day.”
Mess, mess, mess!
He though
he saw limousine,
With
groom and bride, so sweet,
He looked
again, and saw it was,
The
country on its knees.
We’re
lost,” he said, “the country’s bust,”
“Kaput,
no more, deceased.”
Fix the mess!
He though
he saw a shaft of light,
That
shone through all this gloom,
He looked
again, and saw it was,
The
cold, reflected moon.
“If
I were young,” he said aloud,
“I’d
make them swing – and soon!”
Get those who are responsible
for the mess!
He though
he saw a chink of light,
A way
from all this mess,
He looked
again, and saw it was,
Their
New World Order – yes!
“Their
ways are bad, corrupt,” he said
For
them, not us, excess.”
And when we get then, what are
we going to do with them?
He thought
he saw the final words,
Inscribed
upon a sheet,
He looked
again, and saw it was,
Them
sweating from the heat.
“They
thought us fools,” he sorely said,
“Come
on, we’ve lives to lead!”
I will leave that to your own imagination...
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T Wilson 2008 |
