So called righteous men sit in council
waiting for no judgement day

banging their gavels
confiscating property
having it all their way

they sit in church on Sunday
though they seek no mercy
from a god who
accepts no overtime pay

they believe their reward comes
from another source
one that honours pride
and shows no remorse

survival of the fittest
these fine ambassadors of humanity,
full-boat river gamblers
are better denizens than
these, indeed

but who am I to judge
aren't my hands soiled
too? The victim role
just doesn't ring true
still,

dealing docklands
and weapons
with no regard
for you and me

culture by committee
isn't always pretty

obtaining art and
services based on
commission

yes, it's
a crying shame
but who in the hell
do we have to
blame

like it said in the
swamp cartoon Pogo
'We have met the enemy
and it is us"

accountability


shall we drink a toast
to world peace or
world domination...?
i'll pour the next libation

in rooms beyond the public view
private interests shake their
jaws,
it's "fait accompli" once again
in sharkskin suits

directing cranes and claws
and speaking in measured tones,
gauging each other to the herring bone
who will be the quickest of these mongers
to answer
their mobile phone?

what will be their next move?
and if you knew, would you approve?
or would you now Save the Country

Dosh Almighty, counting beans,
life's an abacus sometimes it seems
dosh almighty counting beans,

stuffing satchels of swag, looking
for a calculator

and looking forward to cocktails with
an equestrian class woman of means
on the other hand
maybe that's something

Dosh almighty, ain't life grand

the apache kid