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