Thursday, July 22, 2010
If it's not from you
All I have. All I do. If its all my own. If its not from you.
it will fall away. It will not hold true. It will surely die if its not from you.
Monday, July 12, 2010
Demand And Supply
Demand And Supply
©2010 Tim Wheeler
V1
Eleven bucks an hour for a bachelor’s degree
And the waiting list keep growing for the bachelors-to-be
My plumber drives an Escalade, vacations in Versailles
While a scholar fills his order for a Whopper and a fry
Take your place at the end of the line
It’s the law of demand and supply
The economic theories say to let it trickle down
‘n pray it won’t evaporate before it hits the ground
But the ones who do the prayin’ are the ones who get to pay
When their companies decide to take their benefits away
H.M.O.’s are a real good buy
It’s the law of demand and supply
The atmosphere on Wall Street has begun to settle down
The panic is abated ‘cause the bottom has been found
Aint it great when all your cares are fin’ly swept away
By the seven-hundred billion that our grandkids have to pay
Overgrown Mc Mansions dot the ones kept freshly mown
by law abiding suckers who can still afford their loan
There’ll be no revolution, but you can’t deny it’s pull
As we board-up empty houses and pack the shelters full
Squeeze in tight and try to keep dry
It‘s just the law of demand and supply.
©2010 Tim Wheeler
V1
Eleven bucks an hour for a bachelor’s degree
And the waiting list keep growing for the bachelors-to-be
My plumber drives an Escalade, vacations in Versailles
While a scholar fills his order for a Whopper and a fry
Take your place at the end of the line
It’s the law of demand and supply
The economic theories say to let it trickle down
‘n pray it won’t evaporate before it hits the ground
But the ones who do the prayin’ are the ones who get to pay
When their companies decide to take their benefits away
H.M.O.’s are a real good buy
It’s the law of demand and supply
The atmosphere on Wall Street has begun to settle down
The panic is abated ‘cause the bottom has been found
Aint it great when all your cares are fin’ly swept away
By the seven-hundred billion that our grandkids have to pay
Overgrown Mc Mansions dot the ones kept freshly mown
by law abiding suckers who can still afford their loan
There’ll be no revolution, but you can’t deny it’s pull
As we board-up empty houses and pack the shelters full
Squeeze in tight and try to keep dry
It‘s just the law of demand and supply.
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