“Joke”

  

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(3-26)

 

 

Got to be a joke

Epstein files and nautical miles

To the coast of Iran, and back

Drone strike news and people in their pews

Praying to survive this heart attack

A twist of fate at heaven’s gate

A robot hack in red

A patriot scheme, on the movie screen

Havana Syndrome in my head

 

Got to be a joke

A pardon placed, for past disgrace

A cover-up for the crowd

A bop on the beak, for crows in the street

Calling out, sharp and loud

A suspicious stance, a concrete dance

To distract attention from

Works of sin and missiles coming in

Before the setting sun

 

Got to be a joke

A swing and miss, a Judas kiss

Identifes the spy

We should have known, leave it alone

Those contrails ‘cross the sky

A polling groundswell rings the bell

But the truth won’t be restrained

The spin gets spun, the deed is done

But nothing will ever change

 

Got to be a joke

A press release, skids get greased

Believe it if you choose

What they tell is what they sell

It’s a matter of being used

A kick in the pants, infestation of ants

Crawling up your leg

Make believe you didn’t receive

Knocked down another peg

 

Got to be a joke

A rip and run, for an old beach bum

Who now trades sand for gold

Animal-brained and chemically sustained

Nevermore growing cold

Wishing hard for games in the yard

Where children play at will

Instead of tricks, with stones and bricks

And breaking lamps for a thrill

 

Got to be a joke

A flashback scene, a nightmare dream

As the army goes to war

Not much room, for the rocket boom

When we’re swimming from the shore

An allied strike, and a motorbike

Ridden right into a wall

Talk about skill, a professional kill

A lob of the wrecking ball

 

Got to be a joke

I hear it again, defending our friends

A cause both just and pure

But a crash of flame overwhelms the same

No matter what the cure

A bootheel click, an arrogant prick

Shouting as to deny

Every deal, is a Roulette wheel

Spinning to win a prize