The Wikiness

Here’s a song that emerged after the November elections.

The lyrics:

This world would be my fourteenth change of a nation’s blood

This place has been leaning ever since the flood.

The game looks like forever, he said we could all go home.

What follows is a process over which we’ve no control (no control).

God has gotten angry, He’s kicking ass and taking names.

This time it’s not just our short hairs, He’s got us by the brain (by the brain).

Of course it seems a crisis. You’re trapped in your own mud.

But step back from the crisis, the dead branch starts to bud (starts to bud).

As always, I appreciate your constructive criticism.