…because life is so fragile I keep an inner monologue running just to keep in touch with myself.
The puppeteers of society are not in mass favor but almost always for the suits of wealth.

We are to each take care of our health and that is of your finances and your body –
because if you’re looking for others to look out for you… “Ha! and Loddy-doddy.”

Remember Pootie Tang? I do — and he would be the best one to verse on the say
of what we are doing with the schtick “politics” in the good ol’ USA.

It’s funny honey,
and it’s all about money.

I ain’t mad — I kind of like it.
World not going your way? Throw in more cash and spike it!

It’s a game. It’s a game and I am duly seeing the moves.
It’s a lot like chess, the rich place their bets and we’re off to the race of deep grooves.

Casualties? Yes, casualties happen. The poor fall by the way side;
the middle class may be bruised but thank God the rich will thrive.

Yes I smile. Child if you don’t it’ll make you cry.
If you ask me am I happy? Honey, “Da,da,da.”

Yes, I’ve got my cup of jo, it’s early and I’m just having a little fun,
I’m Qui
Most definitely keeping it real with thee before the rise of the Arizona sun.

Crack a smile.
Reality is a comical wile.