I've got an idea
Let's do ourselves in
With the spreading of lies
Dealing in sin

We'll continue this way
Till there's nothing left
Right up to the day
Of our untimely death

If truth be known
When left on our own
We don't know well enough
To leave things alone

We feed on desires
Of selfishness
Heathens and liars
A general mess

Think that we know
Better by far
Than God on His throne
Who holds all the cards

So, what do you say
In the way we act, as of late
Should we do ourselves in
And give our souls away

The most important job in this world
Is not that of president
Nor the latest billionaire
Whom all seem to be a tad bit bent

It's not in being a doctor
Or a neuroscientist
Not the king or queen of a foreign country
If I were to make a list

It's not someone who happens upon
The greatest discovery
Or the person who, tried and true
Goes down in history

Not a star out making movies
Who recite their rehearsed lines
Out of all the ones you're thinking
You'd be hard pressed to find

A more important job in this world
That far outweighs all others
Is the one that we should all applaud
That of being a mother

I’m just a clown
When it comes to the rhyme
Fooling around
Outside of the lines
The crunching of crayons
Flipping of dimes
In deep conversation
With dozens of mimes

Muddied in mayhem
Past the mundane
With the frequent du jour
Over easy, half baked
Shooting for early
I settle on late
Paying my dues
In crazy ways

Setting to rhyme
Whatever poops in my mind
Now there’s a freudian slip
At the perfect time
It’s no secret kept
Should have said pop instead
But I’ve run short on words
And that’s all I have left

We have had this hunger
From the very start of time
Feeding on the power
Wanting that which isn't mine

Taking what's in front of us
Whether it is ours or not
Adding to ill-gotten gain
Adding to the rot

To be the ones to be in charge
Of our own destiny
Finding if we play our cards
We'll bring the world to its knees

It's not about the worship
Though that's always a plus
Our best behavior in this courtship
To not let on just how corrupt

This struggle for the power
In the wanting of it all
Can turn a good man sour
Can bring about the fall

Which started at the start of time
A burning deep inside
This hunger for the power
In wanting that, which isn't mine

Whether born into riches
Or poverty
We're all much the same
To some degree
Whatever you have
Or whatever you need
Is left behind
When it's your time to leave

Everyone here
Holds out on the hope
That it'll be years
Before your turn to go
Say what you will
You never will know
Healthy or ill
When the Reaper shows

It could take a lifetime
Or the blink of an eye
Do what you can
You're still going to die
Could be in your sleep
Or a nice Sunday drive
Sooner or later
We'll leap the great divide

They say easy come
They say easy go
Could be taken out fast
Or in slow mo
Leaving a trail of tears
That highlights the lows
One thing is clear, we'll no longer be here
When the Reaper shows

In order to save some money
Which in hindsight wasn't smart
Me and my buddies got together
To make our own fireworks

And as luck would have it
We found all we need under the kitchen sink
The whole time looking to do this cheap
Instead we came out free

Knowing this day would draw a crowd
As soon as the rumor mill filled up
So in our vast wisdom with a few cells missing
We mixed the batch up in Jimmy's tub

Not being exact on science
As illustrated in that magazine
We felt no need to measure
And might have gone a bit extreme

As soon as the stuff started bubbling up
That thought did cross our minds
Remember at the start, saying it wasn't smart
And that little mention of hindsight

With the size of the flash, little wonder we're not ash
And still have all our fingers and toes
It's hard to explain the size of the bang
And why now Jimmy's house is one big hole

But we did put on a show not soon forgotten
That could be seen from outer space
And where Jimmy's house used to be
There's now a community pool in it's place

So come and join us on this holiday
Burgers, beer, and of course fireworks
In fact we're heading to Davy's house now
To mix a few things up...

The closer we get to the end of this
And it's time to cast our votes
Do we click the box on the latest crook
Or the one who knows not where he goes

This dilemma of decisions
We're being forced to make
These crazy times in which we're living
Sad to say is just another day

We've gotten so used to them skirting the truth
It's hard to recognize a lie
When you're one of these two what else can you do
If their lips are moving, that's a pretty good sign

Both promise the best is what's ahead
While looking like a donkey's behind
Do they not see the hand that feeds
Believe you me, is ready to bite

Since we've lost all hope in this clown show
We might crayon in another,
name that we know besides these Bozo's
Then run for cover, in mad hope that it's over

The closer we get to the end of this
Remember to cast your vote
We all have a voice but is this really our choice?!
How low can you go, soon enough we'll all know