Just Like…

Just like a cheating partner or spouse is always jealous.

Just like a treacherous spy is always nationalistic, waving the flag, promoting war and questioning others’ loyalties.

Just like a lazy, under-experienced, over-paid coworker or boss is always suspicious of coworkers and undervaluing their work and performance.

Just like the “homophobic”, anti-gay preacher is always a methamphetamine and male-prostitute using pedophile.

Just like a union-busting financially elite minority politician is always heavily sponsored and subsidized by corporations, big business, rich people and other entities that profit from American workers accepting less pay and benefits for their work.

Just like financially elite minority always seeking to sow the seeds of distrust in our society so that while the distracted middle class fights amongst itself, the power-brokers can take power and manipulate policy to benefit the financially elite minority.

Just like when the financially elite minority take political office, overspend and ruin the budget and economy, blame somebody else, make huge spending cuts to social programs, education and the public sector, AND LOWER TAXES FOR THEMSELVES.

Good American

You spit on my union as they defended my rights

You ignored my family as we fell from sight

You scorned my government for taking-on my fight

As though we were as selfish as your corporate plight

When you’re feeling hungry and you can’t afford to eat

Remember the days when food was so sweet

Remember betraying fellow countrymen with ease

And count the days when you fall from your seat

In the end, you’ll join our lowly ranks

Enlightened by the epiphany that you had no thanks

And with folks like you, who used to put money in the bank

You’ll raise your children, future wage slaves following our ranks

Together our grandchildren will raise themselves in the streets

Contemplating the opportunities that they will meet

Turning tricks for food, pedaling dope to compete

In the world you made now theirs to defeat

You call yourself a good American - you care about America’s needs

But you’ve been telling me that I’m not worth it for all the folks I feed

Well here’s some news for you, so find ground for this seed

I’m transplanting myself elsewhere without you and your greed

Poison People, Toxic Time

           
In a poison plant in a toxic town

There’s plenty of work to go around

But everyone’s mad ‘cause they can’t get along

So they spend all day singing sad songs

I remember starting work at the poison plant

Thinking I could do what no one can

‘Cause I ain’t mad and I get along

I never stop hearing the same sad song

“Our life’s been poisoned its true

And there’s nothing we can do

Our town is toxic, oh well

Living and working in Hell”

I hoped one day the plant to operate

Big Boss said, “I think that’s great!”

There’s just one thing that you need to understand

They sing sad songs and you lead the band

“My life’s been poisoned its true

And there’s nothing I can do

My world is toxic, so why

           Would I work until I die?”