“What do the simple folk do,” when beset and besieged by woe is me, from those miffed by Founding Fathers’ clarity? When streams of screams pollute Constitution interpretation purposefully orchestrated by decree, from those buying GOP?
What of us simple folk caught in the middle? Not Boehner’s “ants,” without clout, nor warped dribble from House Wamp fingering both people and out of tune fiddle, singing flat corporate refrain in shameful chorus down pat: “Irresponsible bums waiting for a handout!” Oh no sir from Tennessee, “We the People” are not like thee, but rather the newly unemployed, grateful to underemployed be.
2008 class cast in likeness of past, rerunning that overdone before: Banksta bagmen collecting fees like Simon Legrees at the door: simple folk redefined by Corporate America: “the working poor.”
With Conservative Tea fearful of losing what they think they’ve got, in misguided self-preservation for simple folk, care not, and Liberals covering their ears blocking out media gossip din, can’t hear us over BP and Exxon Mobil spin.
How, ever do we simple folk shed our new lot? What can simple family folk do when Shell and Chevron refuse to share the pot? What of the farmers in rural countryside and others under insured, living without much akin to Hoovervilles’ live-ins, endured. What of simple folk with less than “The Middle Class,” because church mouse poor, must survive addicted, to McDonald’s inflating ass.
What of uneducated youth and elderly long since forgot? Shall we like Cigna and Merck whistle up a happy tune of “not my problem bro,” thinking it better to take than return to 98% their dough.
When CEO mazes of deception and deceit clutter our lives, what shall the simple folk do to keep homes safe from Citi-Group and Wells Fargo pies in our skies?
What do the simple folk do, to help restore heroic few now losing class war ignited by Robber Barons before, to crash New Deal’s score? How can the simple folk fail to become a joke in this great battle, of, for and by the people against Goldman Sachs Goliaths, thinking us cattle?
Rand Paul’s heroin sniffed or not, coffee, tea and lemonade drinkers in sum, are frog in simmering Boardrooms’ pot, almost well done. With trumped up distractions, simple folk do the dance backwards in time, when rich suppressed poor just to get more of “Brother can you spare a dime.”
Break Wall Street induced trance we’re in, and Cortes like, burn the ships, of Phillip Morris pricks, and still Bank of America’s plan to sink USA into River Styx.
What must we simple folk do, when C Street House and Kochs rub cheeks excreting green, for enough brown to wipe out Red, White and Blue?
Stop wondering what top 2% super rich folk do. To drugged Wall Street fatted calf bid adieu and seize the day from media sorcery coup.
United Americans in lower ninety-eight are not the privileged few, but making “Out of Many, One” is what the simple folk must do.