They'll huddle in bunkers, when all's said and done
the world now in ashes, and is no longer fun
money to spare, worthless now to a dime
somehow, and someway, it's partly their crime
Living was so easy, high on the thrill
hoarding the pennies, and the great dollar bill
ignoring the masses, no food and no homes
"that's not our problem" espoused from the thrones
We've all been told, the meek, get the earth
for everything, anything, that it may be worth
worthless the wealth, when all's said and done
no prayers for the dying, for nobody....won
Feb 13, 2025
Feb 13, 2025 at 5:42 PM UTC
They'll huddle in bunkers, when all's said and done
the world now in ashes, and is no longer fun
money to spare, worthless now to a dime
somehow, and someway, it's partly their crime
Living was so easy, high on the thrill
hoarding the pennies, and the great dollar bill
ignoring the masses, no food and no homes
"that's not our problem" espoused from the thrones
We've all been told, the meek, get the earth
for everything, anything, that it may be worth
worthless the wealth, when all's said and done
no prayers for the dying, for nobody....won
Eye of the needle.....
BUT!
More than likely, they're off to the stars
no need anymore, of electrical cars
setting up home, in a far distant place
shedding the guilt, and the shame
and disgrace
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