The seed of joy is now gone,
the men on top trying too hard,
just let the drink hold,
and let everyone taste the drink of gold.
The men up top have not done that,
driving the great drug away,
thinking they are doing right,
oh how they don’t posses great sight.
New distributers have come around,
the uppers oblivious to all,
basically letting the drink hold,
oh how I love the taste of gold.
I think the top believes they won,
but I hope they realize what they did,
crimes of innocence now arise,
the marvelous drink I do not despise.
The saga ends with fault,
new people come here to supply,
men living in the wretched clink,
all because of the golden drink.
Oct 31, 2014
Oct 31, 2014 at 3:46 PM UTC
The seed of joy is now gone,
the men on top trying too hard,
just let the drink hold,
and let everyone taste the drink of gold.
The men up top have not done that,
driving the great drug away,
thinking they are doing right,
oh how they don’t posses great sight.
New distributers have come around,
the uppers oblivious to all,
basically letting the drink hold,
oh how I love the taste of gold.
I think the top believes they won,
but I hope they realize what they did,
crimes of innocence now arise,
the marvelous drink I do not despise.
The saga ends with fault,
new people come here to supply,
men living in the wretched clink,
all because of the golden drink.
A funny poem about prohibition.
