Financial Truths of What To Do

What do you do?

What do you do?

When trouble brews?

When financial disaster ensues?

First tell us how we are all screwed

Then tell us how corruption is truth

Quickly followed by we shackled the brutes

The rest of us are innocent newts

It wasn’t us we know not what we do

We’ll fix it all with more taxes anew

Richer and richer off the backs of all of you

That’s the only solution it’s true

Give those that stole more money to do

The same thing again to all of you

Banks making money off every transaction

Increases costs by more than a fraction

Home loans made without distraction

Get the home back make more than a fraction

What a lovely reaction

More money for banks for more interaction

This spin has really great money making traction

What would you do?

What would you do?

When trouble brews?

When financial disaster ensues?

Get rid of the brutes and the newts

Ger rid of the banks who are screwed

Taking a piece of everything we do

Cash is king is the only truth

Save the whole world from the banking brutes

Save the whole world from the political newts

Reduces costs for everything we do

No more taxes anew excuse

That’s what you do

That’s what you do

Orwell Can You Hear Me?

George Orwell can you hear me

Check this out you gotta see

We made your words

Into reality

Everything a recorded transaction

Debit Credit card interactions

Marketing spinning the reaction

People living with tons of distractions

Not thinking with traction

On each life changing action

Sold us all on recorded transactions

All accepted no one’s reacting

This is the newest, latest greatest

Transactions in cash should be detested

Use plastic its been consumer tested

Cash is nothing you wanna mess with

Banks get a fee on every transaction

Prices increase as the reaction

Data collected a severe impaction

From every debit credit card interaction

What where when who

They know everything we do

George Orwell can you hear me

Check this out you gotta see

We made your words

Into reality

With open arms

What a tragedy

Not a tragedy you say?

Don’t care if they know your every way?

History lesson will make you sway

Information used to put many away

Information used to study your sway

Manipulate your every day

Increases in what you pay

More and more than yesterday

Is that ok?

George Orwell can you hear me

Check this out you gotta see

We made your words

Into reality

See A Woman's Dress

See a woman’s dress

Judgment flies east to west

Cover up you slutty bitch

You where that

I can’t control my dick

Devil’s behind this trick

You become in control of it

Cant stand the control of that

My weakness is the core of it

An unjustified childish fit

Lack of control of it

Lack of control of it

Can’t stand the lack of control of it

You look hot I love that look

Love to watch women with the look

Love to see the guys get easily hooked

Makes it funner in my book

So what if I’m not in control of it

Losing control isn’t an evil gambit

Losing control is freedom

A small time taste of eden

Touch of heaven in the real

God made women to sweeten the deal

Make real a better deal

See a woman’s dress

Judgment flies east to west

This Ain't No Gas

Life is really tough

I mean this is fucking rough

Oil guys easily duck

Billions a year is never enough

Politician charade of listen up

Price for gas goes up

Again

For the millionth time

This has gotta be a crime

These guys are really slime

Hiding The Eels

I really didn’t think you were wicked

Had you pegged completely different

Thought you were cool and real

Didn’t know you were hiding eels

Where were they before in your high heels?

How did you hold this side in?

Didn’t the pressure make you spin?

What does it feel like to hold in all that sin?

At least your victimizing shit was quick

Avoid litigation is the only prick

Cost of doing business and all that shit

Makes us question all of it

Hard to not talk shit back to a bitch

When you got the management stick

But litigation is a real snitch

Makes everyones dick itch

So hey you are who you are

Clearly jumped off the deep end very far

At least it’s not far to your car

No, we won’t be going to anymore bars

And no, we won’t ever again

Go out for chow

You sorry cow

Everyone in the office felt your ugly turn

Made all our stomachs churn

Your sin really burned

All our heads got turned

But now we can get back to business here

The rest of us hold lack of drama time dear

Just trying to work and turn the money gear

Well, sorry I really gotta go now time for a beer

It can really be crazy working here

Stomping The Heart What A Sin!

Break my heart in two

Did it feel good?

Did it make you high?

Did it fill you with pride?

To rip me up inside

Love is a dirty word

Coming from your lips

Love isn’t pain

You stupid fucking drip

Have the guts to walk away

Not rip me in two before that day

Speaking your evil words of pain

Force me to send you away.

How could you do this to me

Leave me trashed and broken you dweeb

Just so you could run free

You didn’t have to force me on my knees

Make my heart bleed.

To be free.

Decades gone and no respect

Living in a destitute crypt

Sad displays of evil piss

Repetitive degrading hiss.

I’ll survive it’s true

But you could have been true blue

Giving me what I deserve

After loving and respecting you.

You didn’t have to try to break me in two

Especially after all I did for you.

Pick Off The Crust

Time in time

The same crime

Focus my mind

Love is blind

How could I not see

The hate you have for me

Wish to be loved the poison seed

Let you commit your heartless deed.

Is there no love for me

In the world of the blue sea

Thought you were the one

Love undone.

Survival is a tough game

Way beyond the money lane

Trust only to be deceived

Love only to be diseased.

Maybe one day someone real

In the meantime accept the deal

Of once again left in the dust

After taking off the crust

Get out and survive this one’s a bust.

Teenagers And The Hell Of Parenting

Suck my dick

Eat my shit

I’m a teenager

So get over it!

I like to scream

Get Seen

Come on the scene

Grandiose teen.

Few years by

Hormones sigh

Serious guy

Adultish high.

If yours are teens

Don’t scream

Be obscene

Natures still green

Your still the king.

Whose kidding who

Teens a zillion x terrible twos

Horror time for all us boobs

Natures force a funny rue

Why does that have to be true?

Wait Dr. Phil has perfect kids

TV lies hide what they did

Even presidents kids do their bit

Later everyone gets over it

Why does Phil lie about that shit?

God laughing funny hah hah

Think that sense of humor’s rough

Angel babies go to tough

Until parents had enough!

Screw The Old Farts!

Kids are running all around

Adults are screaming wearing frowns

Can’t recall that kids need fun

Can’t recall their days of playing in the sun.

What’s wrong with those old farts?

Looks like they all got stuck with darts

Kids are supposed to yell and scream

Not supposed to not be heard or seen.

There goes an old fart now

Screaming and yelling at the kids so loud

He has gathered a voyeur crowd

Does that make him feel proud?

What an old fat sow.

The kids flip him rightly off

Tell him they won’t ever stop

Doing what kids do each day

Living life through wonderful play.

Good for them I say

Tell that old fart he can’t have his way

Kids are here to stay and play

Will keep going on ‘till the end of days

And he just needs to go away

If he can’t stand the way they play.

Hope those kids don’t grow up like him

Don’t grow up and commit the sin

Of old farts trying to end the fun

Of wonderful kids playing in the beautiful sun.

Rootin Tootin Forget the News!

Terrible news

You can’t snooze

Gives you the blues

All that terrible news.

What’s wrong with those dudes

Who love to give out terrible news

That makes everyone feel so blue

Tell us the world is splitting in two.

It’s what the people want to hear?!

Who? Those people who always sneer

When any goodness draws near

Bad news they all jeer?!

Need to know what’s happening

So we can do something?

When there is never anything

That seems to be changing?

War war war

Who needs to know anymore

People die they live no more

All because of political whores

Ignoring the people for ever more.

Violence in the streets

Who does that info please

It surely isn’t me

Doesn’t make me feel happy

All that just makes me feel crappy.

Election news stays the same

Endless game there is no change

Education, Medicare, Social Security

Poverty, war, immigration, tax rates

Every election always the same game

Politicians working to continue their pay

Get a new job of doing nothing all day.

Who really needs to hear what they say

When they are all really the same

And they’re all totally lame

Keep the people in endless pain

Decades go by without any gains

Who needs to know about those pointless games.

Rich and wealthy news of dukes

Living the filthy rich life and feeling blue

Living life with nothing important to do

Act out to see their name in the news

Don’t need to know the news of their ridiculous blues.

If we lived life without the news

Without the terrible shout of blues

Telling us the horrible and crude

Life would be better for me and you.

Walk through life everyday

Without thoughts of a violent day

Without the news of ridiculous rich play

Or politics that suck and stay the same

No thought that humanity is headed for flames.

That’s a much better life game

So turn off the news and have nothing to say

About the atrocities that happen in the world everday

That is a better way

To play

Everyday.

And don’t worry a day

About whether you’ll pay

For not watching the news everyday

If you see everyone running away

Grab your gun and you’ll be ok

That’s the American way.

Here Chicky Chicky

Hey chicky come over here

Let me whisper in your ear

Buy you a bunch of beer

Take away all your fears.

Hey I’m not your type

That’s alright

Enough beers tonight

And I’ll look out of sight.

You don’t drink

Well that just stinks

Takes me to the brink

What if I buy you a mink?

That’s right I have money

I’m what you’re looking for honey

I’m even pretty funny

Even have a six pack tummy.

Does that help tonight

To forget I’m not your type

It really isn’t hype

Go with me and you’ll be more

Than alright.

I’m just looking for a chick

Who knows all the tricks

To keep my life hip

Even though I’m a drip.

Won’t tell her more

Like how she’ll have to be my ho

How I won’t let her ever walk out the door

Make her sweep my dirty floors

For ever more.

Let her find out later

When feelings are greater

Then start telling her I hate her

After I capture the heart of this player.

So you want to go with me?

Step into my Porsche you’ll see

How great life will be

After you give your heart to me.

I’m going to make you mine

‘Till the end of time

Give you a life that’s fine

Never have to work the mine

Life filled with only good times.

Cool step right in

Don’t worry about the sin

This is where life begins

You’ve made the right decision.

Later…..

What’s that? I’m just a one night stand?!

Thought you wanted to take my hand!

Walk with me forever through the sand!

Make me forever your man!

Piece of meat !

That’s all you see!

You just felt horny!

Think I’m too corny?!

Whatever I don’t care

Really wanted to pull your hair

Give you a life you couldn’t bear

So just go on get outta here

And no! you can’t have a beer!

HA HA LOOK OVER THERE

Ha Ha Look over there

That lady with the crazy hair

Doesn’t she care

Whether people stare?

Ha Ha Look over there

That man without hair

Doesn’t he care

Whether people stare?

Ha Ha Look over there

That kid with the dirty bear

Doesn’t his mother care

Whether people stare?

Wait, hey look over there

That immigrant who stares

Is that some kind of dare

Something wrong with my hair

Something wrong with what I wear

It’s making me uncomfortable

Let’s get outta here.