Hey Brother, Can You Spare a Time?

Slithering proudly toward foxtrot
wife and kids in tow
slipping and slopping down the stairway of rot
looking for a hole, down we go.

Wild looks the world from this vista
while sad is the comical countenance
of poor folks selling the paper
because nothing can make any sense.

Cheerio, curio, what's up doc?
Time's running out or so says the clock.

Stand up for a beautiful dinner
stand up for our way of life
bow down when you're not the winner
and for this they intended the knife.

We're throwing away our inheritance
we're making our soup bowls of rice
we're not given an ounce of forbearance
we're completely as blind as lice.

Cheerio, curio, what's up doc?
Time's running out or so says the clock.

When will the kids come in then
from playing barefoot in the grass
they might get hacked to hash by a hen
or they might run over some glass

When will the troops come home
so we can get on with our shame
all nations will turn and laugh at our ass
and we'll all go down in blame.

Cheerio, curio, what's up doc?
Time's running out or so says the clock.