Song: The Shop Of Fools Poem by Dave SmithWhite

I don't believe in the swindle no more.
I won't fall for the scam.
I'm sorely aggrieved by the indolent saw:
'I've money, therefore I am! '

The lies we weave on the spindles of war;
A web of full cloth and mystique.
The grapes of wrath will not rot in our store,
When the bully will punish the weak.

Fear stalks the markets,
When no-one will lend.
But hoard up their assets,
Then no-one will spend.
As labor is off-shored,
We get to pretend,
That the world as we know it
Ain't come to an end.

If we'd paid them them peanuts,
Could it be worse?
For the 'best and the brightest'
Made monkeys seem versed.
If we'd paid them them peanuts,
We'd have saved a fat purse,
From the corporate greed junkies,
And the whole toxic curse!

Why bail-out the bankers,
When they made the mess?
Rewarding incompetence,
Just makes no sense!
If they're too big to fall,
At least fire all the bosses.
De-privatize the profits,
De-socialize the losses.

So what's been received by the spindles of war?
Why does the whole system creak?
What is achieved by indulging in gore,
What is the conquest we seek?

I don't believe in the swindle no more,
I won't fall for the scam.
Hope cannot live, re-kindled no more;
This shop of fools be damned!