Isn’t it strange how the things that you hate
Have a way of always landing back on your plate
They say that good things come to those who can wait
But there will always be more for those on the take
What’s at stake, wondering if I’ll ever have a break
Or when’s the next chance that i’ll get to partake
Laying awake, a thing of the past;
Squeeze that time gotta make it last
Head hits pillow out like a light
How many times am I gonna get up tonight
Say the right thing to try and avoid a fight
Lullabies that I’ve learned to recite
Adding new mouths to feed
Telephone bills still up my sleeves
Hold my smoke while we drill into the weeds
One-day delivery on the wants and needs
When does karma pay back the good deeds
Are they scattered about and planted like seeds
Do they sit in a bank, floating in a suspension
Maybe attained in another dimension
Necessity the mother of invention
Now here’s another aspect that I think I should mention
Money a perpetual source of tension
Out of my pocket and into a pension
And where’s that leave us? still in the red
All the things we could have instead
Sadly no prize for being well-read
Taking a hit while we roll in the bed
Strapped to the roof of a rented truck
As we pull up our stakes and try our luck
With a new city before we get stuck
Into another comfortable rut

Seusian rhymes, straight outta story time
Patiently waiting for the young one to chime
In with with the next line, it’s fine
猪猪 马
You know he’ll get it in a matter of course
Meanwhile he picks out every damn horse
And pig and cow despite never having seen
The real thing outside of a screen
Agriculture abstract concept
How i am supposed to get to him to accept
That Bessie off-camera is about to get prepped
For the final act, and the puppets wept
It’s all freezer-packed and we’re disconnected
Imperfect apples that get rejected
Soybeans, canola harshly inspected
Hope that bananas don’t get infected
Try to forget that the world is connected
Forged by those also deeply connected
Stakes erased as the market corrected
Please don’t tell me that wasn’t expected
Sector by sector all racing higher
Bisect or split lines, searching for buyers
Bulls and the bears and the lions and tigers
pulled through the teeths of all the young liars
Where do I deliver when the contact expires
I thought it was all just tubes and wires
Bushel of wheat, barrel of oil
Check the conditions on the counterfoil
These perishable goods about to spoil
Write it off as it leaves American soil
Value-add as the worker toils
Eye of newt, toe of frog as the cauldron boils

Show your card and skip the line
Everything is going to be just fine
Lounge access recently denied
Waiting for someone to pull you aside
And whisper your ear a special code
To unlock some top secret mode
Shown the door to your own private road
Handmade suit hemmed and sewed
Maybe we should take the stairs
As if anyone really cares
Doesn’t bode well for the state of affairs
With the executives all playing musical chairs
I heard your department is highly selective
You’d take a day off to check the collective
Agreement, while I check for a pulse
Can’t fail with nobody checking results
Outputs help me understand
How giving back a tax is gonna turn it around
And put us onto a steady course
Where we don’t have worry about the climate any more
Translated into english and french
I’m soaking up the sun while you’re sitting on the bench
Competitive process was a little intense
Get your shit together and I’ll see you in the trench
Measured against a cohort of peers
They’ve surgically removed those healthy fears
Of having to hustle and struggle and try
Every artist I know is just barely getting by
Is it the poor that makes the student?
Is it the clothes that make the man?
Is it the forest for the trees?
Is there a bigger master plan?
Surely it’s not all by decree
Stratified militarily
Being felt up by security
I was told this was a democracy