Song: Tell That To Goliath! Poem by Dave SmithWhite

From frying pan, to the state of man;
To skate on oil, and frieth.
If some are much too big to foil,
Who can tell that to Goliath?

A trenchant critic, beyond the pale,
You know the chain and ball.
Truth contained, but not curtailed,
Leaks out from Wiki walls.

You have hit it, bang on the nail:
That corporate rule, decideth.
That each could teach on over-reach,
And the people's will, divideth.

As mordant cynics, tip the scale,
Suffuse with bile and gall.
Some are much too big to fail;
Some too big to fall.

You have hit it, bang on the nail.
You surely know it all.
Some are much too big to jail;
The rest condemned to crawl.

So you exhibit, off the wall,
And the very earth, subsideth.
Empires rise and empires fall,
And you tell that to Goliath.

You have hit it, bang on the nail.
You do not count, if small.
Your social contract's in the mail;
In the fine print, not the scrawl.

You have hit it, bang on the nail.
To the fascist state, abideth.
If flung in jail, you won't make bail,
For we all know Goliath.

Have you kicked your final pail?
Do the phony zealots, lieth?
If some are much too big to fail,
Who's left to tell Goliath?