I hope DKos is a venue where I might share my political songs. This one is called "Guess Who I Am".
Guess Who I Am (click this link to get to the recording on Reverb Nation; click the play button there to listen).
Lyric:
Guess Who I Am.
A:
I start by attaching myself
To naive but creative souls
Who enable our daily lives
Or enhance what makes Life worthwhile
They're the farmers and doctors
The painters and authors
The list could drone on.
I somehow get them to give me work
Something small they could do themselves
And far better than I could do
But they rationalize
That they need all their time
To create, leaving me to play
The fools don't know they've screwed themselves
For I'll make them depend on me
Then I'll charge them an irksome fee
To the point where I'm living high
Off them while keeping them just fat
Enough to leave things as they are
Well, a man's got to live
A:
It's not enough to maintain
I must build on the gains I've made
To secure my life's lease on shade
And ensure my kids get the same
Then perfect the career path
Which thrives sucking dry
Other's blood sweat and tears
But to achieve this I must grease palms
Make damn sure that the right bills pass
Should kiss fail then I'll bite some ass
Cash is carrot and stick
To a law-making prick
I'll pull strings, make the laws require
You deal with me or one of mine.
With a license to siphon off
Three of five cents from every slob
I'll have money to place a stooge per seat
In umpteen congresses, all paid
To pass the laws I want
I'll be firmly ensconced.
A:
Then, I'll deliver the master-stroke
Tell the farmers what crops to grow
And the doctors what drugs to push
And the artists what works to sell
They'll create to my taste
Or they'll starve and post-haste
I shall have full control
With all of government under thumb,
Truly rendered blind, deaf, and dumb
To the plight of creative ones.
All who make things shall slave
For my profit and say
Not a word, for they won't be heard.
And then, I'll reach my true life's goal:
To be lord of a vast estate
Worked by plebes who all know their place.
And my kingdom shall have no end:
I'll pass
My kin the deeds to lands and plebes
Who'll slave without a peep
What a great legacy.
Tag:
Who's grabbed hold of your fate?
Who is behind this evil plan
You must ask?
Now that it's too late,
I'll tell you I'm the Middle Man.