The movers and the shakers
Are
getting into line
They’re
fighting over window seats
To
Space Station Number 9
There
goes the software manufacturer
With
the man selling electric cars
But
if the public pays for it
The
windows should have bars
Throw
in some sports team owners
And
presidents of banks
Politicians
aren’t the only ones
Thrown
into the ranks
Include
all the billionaires
Who
profit and thrive
While
their greatest discoveries
Are
the brains they buy
Take
the bones of Prince Philip
And
Leona Helmsley
And
start a new religion
Where
the star-riders can flee
Make
it a one-way ticket
For
these bastards to take
And
I’ll pay with my taxes
Without
a complaint
But
I know in the end
That
it’s all a pipe-dream
The
aliens would never allow it
It
seems
“You
break it, you bought it”
They
say with a grin
“We’ve
got enough fuck-ups of our own
To
take any more in”
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