Use the System
Sang to the Beatles “Come Together”
It’s absurd
It’s absurd
It’s absurd
It’s absurd
There’s president Trump.
He’s been convicted.
A political attack.
I am conflicted.
He got an unfair trial.
Kangaroos in the court are running wild.
It’s absurd
It’s absurd
It’s absurd
It’s absurd
No accusation there is no crime.
Misdemeanors that are past their prime.
How can this situation even be.
A Frankenstein monster running free.
Using the system
As a weapon
Can’t you see
It’s absurd
It’s absurd
It’s absurd
A crooked DA and biased Judge, conspired against Blind Justice because of a grudge.
All’s fair in love and war.
Now I wonder what is next in store?
Using the system
As a weapon
Can’t you see
It’s absurd
Right
User, user, user, user user
He’s a rocket that’s shooting high.
Into an orbit above the sky.
Add it up just to see.
Democrates don’t want you to live free.
Using the system
As a weapon
Can’t you see
It’s absurd
It’s absurd
It’s absurd
Oh
Use the system, yeah
Use the system, yeah
Use the system, yeah
Use the system, yeah
Use the system, yeah
Use the system, yeah
Use the system, yeah
Oh
Use the system, yeah
Use the system, yeah
About the Creator
Mark Stigers
One year after my birth sputnik was launched, making me a space child. I did a hitch in the Navy as a electronics tech. I worked for Hughes Aircraft Company for quite a while. I currently live in the Saguaro forest in Tucson Arizona
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