Deal with the Devil

Will you Deal with the devil

at the government level?

Or perhaps deal with several?

Where elite cowards revel.

The brass tacks and cut flacks

Pick up sticks and sharp jacks

The games from the attic smell so musty

And I have to admit, I’m tragically rusty

But let’s play.

Say everything you now you wanted to say.

As the Gatekeepers wear their uniform frown

Conspiring out loud to let pitched townsfolk down.

With dented swords and their blunt bent impalers,

All coked up from their posh straw inhalers,

Those fuckers are just dense moral failures.

(they jumped the doomed ships and left all the sailors.)

The captains escaped to their mahogany raft                                                                                     

the ships cremated while those devils all laughed

with Contracts in hand, mad-king autographed

so decreed blameless, since they were all understaffed.

Black fingers stretched across the dim hull

the whisky made their senses quite dull.

With only $$ inside their thick skull,

There was nothing left aboard to annul.

Take what you will with your wet NDA,

And your equivalent oath, never to prey,

While keeping constituents’ fury at bay.

Forget NIH and, of course, FDA.

(you’ll never strike gold if you dare disobey.)

If you swear your devotion and press on ahead,

That sacrifice paid, when your crossed fingers bled.

That blood oath stains your salvation’s thin thread.

(just mind your own business when the tariffs are dead.)

The eagles see with a birds eye view.

What you simmered inside that tasteless raw stew.

What you spoke was so tasteless the next day too.

Yet you engage as if people have no clue.

In your volcanic ejections, freshly erupted

With the ash of trickled-down basalt so corrupted

Your obsidian volcanic ejections erupted
With the ash of trickled-down basalt, so corrupted.
The most bountiful lands on earth were abducted.
The world’s new order is caste constructed.