Paul Manafort
Paul Manafort
You cheated
You contrived
You lied
You spied
All the money you hoard
You hide
The law did it's job
Indictments came down
Smug and sneering
Your lawyers all talked
Now's not the time
for inequality to cry
But while you await your court date
a trial a settlement
will come.
Where would we wait
Would you say?
I think county jail has our name
While Paul Manafort sits
in his mansion house
Waited on by his indentured slaves
Serving him Whole Foods organic eggs
Ambian sleep in satin sheets
The hearings
The trials
Years later.
Inequality in the face of "nobility"
Sings the blues.
Paul Manafort,
he sings in the shower.
Jan 2, 2018
Jan 2, 2018 at 9:33 PM UTC
Paul Manafort
Paul Manafort
You cheated
You contrived
You lied
You spied
All the money you hoard
You hide
The law did it's job
Indictments came down
Smug and sneering
Your lawyers all talked
Now's not the time
for inequality to cry
But while you await your court date
a trial a settlement
will come.
Where would we wait
Would you say?
I think county jail has our name
While Paul Manafort sits
in his mansion house
Waited on by his indentured slaves
Serving him Whole Foods organic eggs
Ambian sleep in satin sheets
The hearings
The trials
Years later.
Inequality in the face of "nobility"
Sings the blues.
Paul Manafort,
he sings in the shower.
A nod to Bob Dylan, The Lonesome Death of Hattie Carrol. "William Zanzinger killed poor Hattie Carrol, with the cane he twirled on his diamond ring finger..."
Sometimes you gotta write a protest song
