Bad Faith Boogie

By Cliff Lake

 

Bad Faith Boogie

 

It’s no secret there’s a secret pact

Between the men with the money

And the men in black,

That every government is way off track,

What you never had, you can’t take back.

 

Sift through the rumors, which ones are true?

How can you know with all the news askew?

The money changes hands right in front of you,

Watching it gathered by the precious few…

 

And we watch them:

 

Running the governments,

And ruining lives.

Or

Ruining the governments,

And running lives.

It takes all we got to hang on and survive…

And I’m not sure there’s a difference,

In how badly we get screwed.

Because the name of the game is deprive.

 

The bought politicians are in on the game,

They hem and they haw and point fingers in blame.

Protection of rights they always claim,

While they write up more laws to keep things just the same…

 

And we’re watching them:

 

Running the governments,

And ruining lives.

Or

Ruining the governments,

And running lives.

It takes all we got to hang on and survive…

And I’m not sure there’s a difference,

In how badly we get screwed.

Because the name of the game is deprive.

 

How did we ever let things get this far?

Why do we never see things as they are?

Why must we always lower the bar?

When will we ever learn?

 

And we see them:

 

Running the governments,

And ruining lives.

Or

Ruining the governments,

And running lives.

It takes all we got to hang on and survive…

And I’m not sure there’s a difference,

In how badly we get screwed.

Because the name of the game is deprive.

 

Cliff Lake 6/2/2023

Copyright © Clifford Lake 2023

Location: Washington, DC, USA

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