POLITICIAN'S SONG

Be ruthless, be nice Buy everyone twice

Money’s not just mother’s milk

It’s the silver spiders’ sapphire silk

We used to have a ball

Filching everyone’s all

Now the future’s looking straight up

I’m bringing all my tin cups

I buy my left foot with my arm

Take the tax loss and sell without harm

Then bring the sink’s stinking black mold

To gift my new clients as precious white gold

My victims are now my best friends

They’re dead so I’ve made my amends

I spice my work with mist and shade

So nobody knows nothing’s been made

Life’s too glorious to leave bits mislaid

As there’s still money yet to be played

I used to care lots about power

But it’s money that makes power flower

I just want them all to love me

Adoration the slim price I ask thee

When love rules the world I’ll be done

But by then I’ll have made my last run