A rudderless ark sails in treacherous seas,
Captained by a turtle caught on the freeway
A bigger collection of morons hasn’t been seen
Since, well, never! Their only purpose is to just say “no!”
Otherwise, they’re just taking up space that might have been used
Oh, I don’t know, by non-morons!
Look at them; scowls on their face and hatred in their heart
Not only is the glass 1/2 empty to them,
But apparently it held acid that spilled
And burned away any common sense
They may have once had; but that I doubt very much!
They’re told what to say, and told what to think
By corporations, with money up the kazoo,
Who need more, more, more; the hell with the little guy!
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