The mirrors all are cracking,
and the smoke is blowing away.
You can see the whole thing clearly.
Another crash, they can’t delay.
Follow the Russian ruble.
Focus your attention on Iraq.
They created another terrorist.
And now Ebola’s coming back.
Don’t look beneath the table.
The gamblers all are dead.
The cracking of their bones,
means they have no betting spread.
This show is over folks.
And as the Ball comes to an end,
the rotund lady sings.
And there’s no money left to lend.
The dancers writhe in agony.
Their frenzied pomp is gone.
And the badly written script,
only elicits another yawn.
The bull is now a bear.
And as I look across the sea,
another bear just shakes his head,
over America’s stupidity.
Say “Farewell” to all you know.
The stars and stripes are torn.
As they launch the killing drones,
Armageddon’s child is born.
Shelby I. Courtland
©2015 Shelby I. Courtland