i look at you, the empty suit
and what you have to say
it makes no sense as your pretense
is always in the way

a moment in the making
another waste of time
i watch your program daily
blind leading the blind

you stand upon your podium
spouting your ideals
we the people serve you hand and foot
as you call out for meals

this life that you've created
for yourself and the downtrodden
you the onion in mid peal
we a people forgotten

as i gaze at you the empty suit
that called out for a change
i me and mine tin cup in line
another dismal day