Inside the beltway
The apparatchiks
A permanent staff that's relied upon
The crutches of glad-handing
Just the right height too
The bills they vote on
As constituents do
Only have the slimmest
Most superficial
Self-serving grasp
Oblivious of its theories
The new faux dollar
From 1971
Crime of the century
Now fifty trillion gone
Without honest money
We all might as well be
A naive schoolboy
A member of congress
A Fed governor
Hopelessly lost
And utterly misinformed
Clearly we see
The antics, the stunts
The legerdemain, and bombast
Deceptively devious
Disdainful aristocracy
They're the Parasitocracy
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