the world’s on fire and no one has a plan –
the working classes sweat to merely live
all while a rich elite take all they can.
We must stand firm, as brothers, sisters all –
resist with every action, deed and thought,
once dashed against our rock the rich shall fall,
for We the People, we cannot be bought.
But wait, you say he’s loaded and on board?
He’ll finish building, settle every loan,
and there’ll be no young star we can’t afford –
a billionaire to call our very own!
O, Spitfire Dan, come in, we love your dash…
(but most of all we love your ready cash.)
...spitting ions in the aether...
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