Russell G. Robison


Illusionary luminaries
Bringing us false light
Telling us that all that’s wrong
Is really what is right

Put a pretty face on it,
Keep it in disguise
Tell us all your promises
That we all know are lies

You only have one answer
And its name is ‘give me more’
And that is your solution
To what’s wrong from years before

The words flow out so smoothly
In a fecal matter storm
I must admit you’re compost
Is indeed in purest form

The Congress said ‘who are these guys’
And try to hide their smirks
They’re not the ones who run this show
We are, the stupid jerks!