Dumpty’s hit the deck once more,
time it’s an omelette we all share,
won’t help, these days he’s crying poor,
Mother Hubbard’s cupboard’s bare...
have been sold to make the glue
the men will
need to fix the broken Wall,
looks a sullen shade of blue
because of Humpty Dumpty’s fall.
him climb and chortled with neglect,
million-dollar pats upon the back,
our nest egg
– so tumescent and erect,
dollar’s such an aphrodisiac!
But then we
heard the crack of eggs again,
so now the
King will beg for special powers,
the Court is
angry, makes him feel the pain,
they’ll pay, they money’s really ours!
will all be vacuum cleaned away,
on the Wall to hide the cracks,
no matter of
the massive bill to pay,
there – they simply raise the tax!
Dumpty isn’t finished yet,
patch him up and force him to succeed,
up on the
Wall without a safety net,
– by our prayers and corporate greed.