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Katrina meets Bobby Magee
Here's a variation on a classic...a rant of sorts of my frustration with government impotence, ignorance, and the human condition....
Katrina wasted Orleans, thousands left in pain
While survivors searched in vain for FEMA teams
Storm surge brought them to their knees--tears as thick as rain
And the world couldn't pause to hear their screams
Fate came too soon, for the poor and forgotten
Huddled 'round while mommas sang the blues
Rescue workers lost in time, holding lost love's hand in mine
Squinty said Brownie did all he could do
Freedom's just a rich mans tool for no one else to use
Tell me, does it matter when you're up a tree--oh no?
Can you tell me in a truthful lie, you didn't see the news
Were there more im[portant things to see?
Thank you Brownie, Dick and Squinty Magee
From the days of the invasion, tryin' to finish daddy's war
Ol' Squinty swore he'd find the one to blame
Through mountains of rubble, and all kinds of trouble
The soldiers pulled Saddam from a hole
With cheers of elation that spread across the world
Squinty said "We found him, so let's move on"
For years we've been fighting, for freedom's bell to ring
But it won't toll until Osama's gone
Freedom's just a rich mans tool for no one else to use
Tell me, why is it different for you and me? Oh no
When you torture us with twitching eyes, selling all your lies now
We've had more from you than we can use, you see
Goodbye Brownie, Dick and Squinty Magee
La la la.....
La la la...Squinty Magee
La la la...
La la la...Goodbye Squinty Magee
Keep on believin' as you're selling our souls
The bearded man mocks us from cavernous holes, oh yeah
C'mon now, where's Osama now, where's he at now, Squinty Magee
Lordy lordy lordy lord...
Hey, hey, hey Squinty Magee.
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