The Class Action Lawsuit

They say the early bird gets the worm

But i'm more interested in eagles and owls,

Who go after larger prey,

And work at it all the live long day.

It's not to insult the bird that this is said,

It's to glorify the natural predator,

That son of  a bitch with a bit too much between his fingers,

A billion reasons for you to listen to them,

They'll parade it all in front of you,

But they'll never toss it forth

As a clown who throws about candy to you kids at the parade.

 

This candy is bitter, but it is not sour,

There is a sweet nectar beneath the brief original flavor,

At the core the oak shines forth,

And you can hold the wine glass to your sense,

And you will not tell the difference,

But they can, with a whole other sense,

The sight shows more pinch for their penny,

And the more cheddar they put forth the better they feel,

And the worse we seem when we can stand to drink the small stuff.

 

A long time ago when dinosaurs ruled the earth,

It was dog eat dog, before dog was ever about

And some how the herbivore survived,

The life blood of the natural order devoured with instinctual carnivorous intent,

Eating themselves the green leaf of the evergreen,

So that the evergreen will not forevermore be greening,

Only translated here with the faces of a few dead presidents.

 

Let's call the spade a spade,

And leave the jack of clubs beside the king of hearts,

And let the queen lay in bed by whomever she pleases,

She likes the rich man for his cash flow,

But loves the poor man for his good intentions,

And despises the dreamer for he's always asleep,

But secretly wishes to be sleeping beside him.

The world comes forth in a deck of cards, and we are not holding the hand,

We are the hand held by higher powers of

Fate, and God, and just plain damn dumb luck.

 

And when they draw the circle in the beach,

Between two large S's,

The planes and flying machines will try and locate them

But they always needed smoke signals,

But with technology we will do our best to find the truth,

We'll take your SOS and incorporate it's tracking with sonar,

And GPS, and systematically check the internet and see if the paparazzi has snagged the shot,

If by chance they have, well now everyone knows where you are,

So call off the search party,

Everyone see's you,

But do not be relieved,

They are all just watching you stranded on the deserted island,

Through the world wide web of spider like distaste,

And judging that you found yourself there in the first place.