I'm socially insecure
with no medical care
and an empty wallet
I'll reluctantly go in
hand 'pon detonator
to kill trump & musk
Oh, he should've staying in his own lane
Musk had that highway all to himself
he shared a tip-top money spot with no one
and audiences cheered him late on night tv
But he had questionable ideas and plans
and gambled with his cultural fortunes
now, the dumb fuckers cancelled like a leper
and no one hears the richest man alive
I want to live!
But only four more years
after that, I don't care
I must be alive!
Yet only to see his death
before that, oh, I care!
Give it to them good
The case-hardened hearts
turned cadaverous
Hit them where it hurts
The ones who voted
for smug avarice
Sock it to them hard
The cold-blooded souls
dead to neediness
Kick them where it aches
The ones who caved in
to harsh greediness
Sit tight and pour the wine
Long aged inside the cask
Hold on and taste the grapes
Sour setbacks put to task
Stay put and raise the glass
Half full before fast downed
Stand up and make a toast
To love so finely found
If they take my social security check away
I'm going to explode like a microwave potato
Then I'll be as a new French revolutionary
volunteering to become a guillotine operator
Cyanide or piano wire, we give the bad men choice
either way we care not, and our eyes shall not go moist
the vile men pick wrong paths, their zeniths curl to frowns
and in the end they'll never win because we shan't back down
The world 'tis our oyster, we're holding fast at sixty-five
enjoying foods plus better moods whilst processing alive
We're aging like a cheddar, deeper flavors stronger tastes
we're wisdom 'pon the rear-view mirror savoring less haste
Yes, the world's still our oyster, no longer pearly insides fake
until we lay us down to sleep a better necklace we shall make
Our world was an oyster
A succulent mollusk
In a seafood buffet
Of wayfaring solace
Our world was an oyster
A crustacean gumbo
In a shellfish mélange
Of moot mumbo jumbo
