Teaching Song One Oh One Supply and demand; Demand and supply As simple as that? Some might want to die. What wins and what fails; What soars and what flops; What becomes Our New Rules; What gets trashed by cops; What earns their rewards; What merits the boos; What no one can afford; What hogs all the news. What earns you a kiss; What earns you a slap; What gets everyone To sit on your lap What earns you their love What earns you disgrace; What gets you a punch or a kick Or a slap in the face. What earns you a house A car and TV; What makes you a louse As far as all see What earns you a a palace What earns you the grave With frowns and with screams And with sneers Do behave! What earns you the hand Of the queen of the ball What gets you fine land Or a terrible fall What earns you acclaim And more than mere fame: What gets you the boot And millenia of blame They dont like to think; They dont chose to feel; They dont like to plan But few skip a meal They dont like to stop Turn around or reflect They all hate to change And almost never correct They dont like to seem Weak or out of control But dont mind a fib Which they will swallow whole They dont mind when some For the rest pays the price; Theyll call it a test: When being least nice They do not recall What they did yesterday They dont protest much When folks cart them away They dont criticize They really talk back And dont know the difference Between fiction and fact You can never do much To alter their minds You seem out of touch Or must kick their behinds They wont ascertain Not the manynor few But its always the same: Monkey see, monkey do If I were just a cad I wouldnt feel bad But arent so different From him, her and you. If i were a cad I would feel quite glad But arent so different From him, her and you If i were a cad I wouldnt feel sad But arent so different From him her and you If i were a cad I would not end up mad But arent so different From him, her and you
Posted on: Thu, 13 Nov 2014 17:00:22 +0000