RSH. Star Spangled.
By Randall Stephen Hall.
14.3.26
With barrels of oil.
They rise to the task.
Investors and chairmen.
They all wear the mask.
Big donners and tech bros
They scuttle about
Like rats on a ship.
They have lots of clout.
But the iceberg is coming.
It’s not far away.
The waters are colder
Deep waves pushin’ spray.
The captain’s asleep
And the crew’s in the bar
He’s the star spangled wanker
And his heart’s in a jar.
The battleship Donald
It cuts through the waves.
The S.S. Love Gaza
Now taught to behave.
Iran is a mess now
All smoking, and in flames
He’s the star spangled wanker
And they all play his game.
For Netan’s a Yahoo
And Donny’s a prick.
Money makes nothing
It just makes me sick.
An oil spill on legs
A suit, empty, slick.
He’s the star spangled wanker
The bald gravey chip.
www.randallstephenhallsongs.
A northern Irish artist
AKA. Dangerous Banana
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