I write in hopes that by time you get this letter We may live to see a change for the Or are we so devoted to these wretched selfish motives When the cold facts and figures all add They cannot contradict this sad burlesque
This sad burlesque With miserable making entertainment of our fate Laughter cannot dignify of elevate This 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 and splutter to a stop
P.S. Well by now you know worst of it And we've heard the alibis that they've rehearsed The smug predictions If it's not a contradiction faith in human nature And have mercy on the creatures in this sad burlesque