Prince Philip and Jesus
Gave all and not at all
Walk a mile in their boots if you will
Amphibious heels transport your cargo so precious.
The Chump and his adoring base
Promise us a new kind of great
If all that you covet are the trappings of office
We’ll gladly trade, make you Chairman of hate?
The marionette Boss comes fully enabled
Full frontal governance looms already strung
Allows you to drive on condition it’s fully disabled
Your new car built in conspiracy not to be outdone.
The Deputy or the Assistant
Working on pleasure ’til pleasing is breached
These stairs lead up and down but there cannot be reached
So we escape to our home without an ascent.
There our Doctors, Nurses and all kinds of Healers
Salve for my joints and aids for my ears
One day it happens you quit thinking in years
Our sunrise of holidays celebrate straight through the tears.
Who would know, surely not even You
Always searching for something brand new
Chasing chaos for what hides in plain view
A moment, a single grain, a new star is somehow true?