David Rockefeller (For Eileen R. Growald) Poem by Mason Maestro

*Written to the lyrics of Dolly Parton’s- Joleen

Eileen, Eileen, Eileen, Eileen
I'm begging of you please don't let him pull the rug
Eileen, Eileen, Eileen, Eileen
It’s not too late to dropp the plans, please pull the plug

Eileen you had golden-brown locks of hair
A stiff-eyed Middlebury debonair
Born into a line of philanthropy

You would not be a high profile queen
If it weren’t for your family legacy
Why should it be? You have more than enough

You Rockefellers have quite the history
Yet the scope of your power’s a mystery
You’ve weaved your strings into every position of power

Your father, David has the reigns
Handed down from papa John D’s stains
Tell us, who was the one to write the master plan?

Eileen, Eileen, Eileen, Eileen
Do you recall if he ever talked in his sleep?
Eileen, Eileen, Eileen, Eileen
Crying out at night about Chase Manhattan Bank

And I can easily understand
To be the top man in command
Those who oppose face reprimand, correct?

He could have his choice of any man
For the White House, CEO or head chairman
Please don’t take our liberties or livelihoods just because you can


I had to have this talk with you
The rest really all depends on you
Your dad wants another holocaust, Eileen

He is the king of Standard Oil
His fortunes grow the more we toil
Open your eyes! We have no-one else to turn to, Eileen

Eileen, Eileen, Eileen, Eileen
I'm begging of you please don't let him pull the rug
Eileen, Eileen, Eileen, Eileen
It’s not too late to dropp the plans, please pull the plug
Eileen