Well, are you?
Did the news startle you
That things are a mess.
Gaza's imploding,
Palestine's exploding,
The Middle East could use some help.
In the Communist countries
There's an electronic curtain
Keeping people out.
Planes go strangely missing
Over unknown ground;
Others don't go missing,
They're eagerly missled down.
There's millions starving
All around;
Meaningful work is hard to find,
Taxes steeply climb;
And under the steeple
There's fewer people,
But that's not as bad as it sounds.
My bills are stacking,
We're seriously lacking
A government we can trust.
By any account, our sorry world
Is rightly fucked right up.
If you're not pissed
Then you've missed
The news at six o'clock.
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