Eleventh Day Oh Eight

hey everybody out there with all the money.
this is a regular guy you have to listen to.
All you ten to a hundred richest personages.
If money means so much and to teach to you,
we reached the place to taste togetherness.
We love to hate you, and we hate to love you,
you know what you know in that place you are,
a couple hundred billion among friends, much ado.

Ten days taught us we're here all together,
the debt of a nation faced tremendously large,
is giving up hope but we'll stop all that.
Some people we called for, some folks may charge,
grew coffers in quickened bloating policies.
So now we call back, same die cast swerved.
How does it sound McRichie, something stopped,
your mad super-car economy is stuck on a barge.

Say you're home in your wooded mansion.
excavated to find you've got no ground.
I guess you'd assume you'd change, walk soft.
you'd trim away everything to acquire a mound.
Trim with lights out, walking lots, re-using,
investing in quiet self and sufficient sounds.
Work longer, expect less, hold on for kids sake,
hitting asphalt for wages, it's still there to pound.

Realign. Tomorrow you need. What you had today.
With a few grains of what you didn't need for now,
seeded away for whittle there's not enough for you.
Someone else needed it more. This ultimate sharing
reality comes from being stuck with a blessed globe
Earth finite-ness and the intersection of that place
reminded teenage need to never have enough or be more
comfortable, more secure. All your basics,

pennies on the dollar. After all, color aside
to survive, you don't really need a collar.