Tuesday, July 24, 2007

The Adventures Of The Ganja Eating Squirrel

Our ruler

She rules by proxy

The report's autopsy

Turvy five years are nothing

She's got her power

Like all the kings had

They call it people's

I call her inheritance

Her dynasty it rules

And she's followed

And she's got rubber

Stamping on the papers

And all this happens

While our media

It does its research

On the Ganja eating squirrel

Now see-

-see how it's undone

When you press that button

On the day of election

You chose-

Between the lesser

Of the two evils

You lose your heart and all

Cause it's not fair

They plot in dungeons

And rule in circles

Millions are hungry

Don't it make you angry?

Set fire to the pillars

Of their absurdity

And all this happens

While our media

It does its research

On the Ganja eating squirrel

You wonder (why)

why some of us are

more equal, than others

they've got the answer

they call it one word

re-ser-vation

so come and take it

this is your cake, it

has got a percent

So now have it free

But you cant see

They lurk in deep

In the lap of death

No cake for them

Cause they're not voters

No one's supporters

And all it happens

While our media

It does its research

On the Ganja eating squirrel

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

thats a great prespective...

Anonymous said...

perspective* shit...