I write in hopes that the time you get this letter We may live to see a change for the better Or are we so devoted to wretched selfish When the cold facts and figures all add up They cannot contradict this sad burlesque
This sad burlesque With miserable failures making of our fate Laughter dignify of elevate This sad burlesque
Now can they recall being young and idealistic Before wading knee-deep in hogwash and arithmetic The smirk The argument runs like clockwork Will run down eventually splutter to a stop
P.S. Well by now you know worst of it And we've heard all the alibis that rehearsed The smug predictions If it's not a contradiction Keep faith in nature And have mercy on the creatures in this sad burlesque