The Top

THE TOP or JUST LUNACY

The problems are laid bare

To be seen everywhere

The ones on top are blind

Only talk to their kind

For us there is no care

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Why can’t they see

What’s so plain to me

No logic- just lunacy

Over and over again

Results with a blood stain

More layers are added

Someone’s pockets are padded

Adding to our great chain

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If complaints they can hear

People they add more near

Less and less getting done

Soon we won’t see the sun

Try to last though the year

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Steps taken to seal our fate

The time is growing late

Worse when the try to fix

Hear scratching of their Bics

Storms coming through the gate

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Solutions are problems

With the top we’re no chums

Problems come from the top

When will the madness stop

We hear the Hangman’s drums

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