Hey there You there Standing with the director In his chair Talking about the right actor Slick back your blonde hair While you’re mouthing to him
Talking about the movies Sends you into a hitch Time to talk about that ***** Who is up next You know you’re not in the right situation It’s time for the nation Let’s go again For the new generation
Looking at the congressmen With badges pinned across their ******* And a politically-correct three-piece suit With their largess Drenched in sweat Driving the rally into the unknown folly To fear the unknown people of foreign cities
More than just a sign It’s all in our precious time The high-rollers In their representative fashions Taking over the world And committing all the crimes But that is just all they do Let’s be moving on too
What about the generals, brigadiers and captains and colonels With their epaulettes and patriotic decorations Conspiring against the nation Like chameleons Thanks to their post With ideas Those are insidiously of corruption As they stand host To nations feasting on war And diplomacy at the most
Political amusement isn’t it The dichotomy of having aliens Deported And these braver politicos star in their expensive overcoats See themselves getting promoted
It’s rather fun When the bourgeoisie With their Large brim hats To protect them from the sun Cash in More money and hate More than religious faith Innocents supposedly drowned in sin Don’t know when good will begin
With the Catholic Church Being a prison of beliefs Since the inception of time Changing political opinion as we speak Which brought forth with it unnatural urge Hilarious isn’t it when politics starts to stink When the crowds go berserk as they scream For more religious retaliation and a lost dream
Fun isn’t it For the vengeance seeking righteous prisons Who wish their prisoners burn in the crimes That they spin Before they can live out of those times And their whims
But who is to blame The heart isn’t tame Is it God Who has made it rough For the virtuous inferno of actions That has been extinguished by the holy water of circumstance and disdain
Isn’t it easy to blame our surroundings Rather than our actions and our fate
Subterranean Homesick Blues told us the people to stay away from and habits to stay from. This poem tells us the favorite people of the nation; directors, politicians, army generals etc. And tells us how they get corrupted and it involves satirical subversion.