All this murderous Business of people going about Their daily business of killing People unlike themselves, What power under The heavens will rise up To wipe this enterprise off The face of the earth And make it human again?
Yesterday you were firm As a brooding hen, not Budging an inch from your future Capital, come what may. Well, I’ve got news for you, you Fly-by-night mogul—the god Almighty inch is still here today, Plus the budgie in its gilded cage. Before the cock crows anew, While your lovey-dovey precious Nest egg’s flying the coop and stool Pigeons coo, I bet swiftly you’ll be Roosting in a chintzy cuckoo’s nest a blue Moon away, you cheesy yahoo you.
The secret of my success? Too bad A run of bad luck means I’m going To take that with me but I can Leave you this much, Einstein— I didn’t get this far in life By counting the number Of steps I took backwards.