Old Ted, the 20-pound trout
He played a mean banjo, sang
Johnny, I want my liver back
And put bullets in the Bible
They fetishize disaster
We demonize distress
Ted said If you make your misery rhyme
It'll hurt a whole lot less
The prisoners grow coarse
So do those who participate
Jailers & witnesses stay mum til it's too late
It's curious living at the end of the world
When the oligarchs decide
We all break into tiny pieces
The plutocracy divides
In the fields of wild arugula
Lie the bones of a blue-eyed dog
It's harder to ignore the mores
Than it is to defy the law