Post by Robin B. Lipinski on Mar 20, 2012 18:37:22 GMT -5
Obama: carved of African wood, proudly struts and grins.
Showing the masses the will of a master while wondering who he is.
Elected by puppets answering to a master, I wonder who this is?
Economy run by puppets, crashing to the ground.
Prices spiral above energy, food, medical, and still the puppet smiles.
Dance the dance of madness,
twirl round-and-round,
tangled now in string of madness,
his evil smile as if from a demon clown.
All around the world, run by puppets and fools,
all watched by an audience of puppets, fooled by the show of it all.
Obama is but one piece of the puzzle, jerking on our chain,
Obama is but a tool,
answering to someone, something, somewhere...
A master,
I wonder who?
Showing the masses the will of a master while wondering who he is.
Elected by puppets answering to a master, I wonder who this is?
Economy run by puppets, crashing to the ground.
Prices spiral above energy, food, medical, and still the puppet smiles.
Dance the dance of madness,
twirl round-and-round,
tangled now in string of madness,
his evil smile as if from a demon clown.
All around the world, run by puppets and fools,
all watched by an audience of puppets, fooled by the show of it all.
Obama is but one piece of the puzzle, jerking on our chain,
Obama is but a tool,
answering to someone, something, somewhere...
A master,
I wonder who?