*CHORUS*
Them Crows gonna Crow,
and them Chickens gonna Peck,
Watch out some people will try,
to put a Yoke on your Neck.
Just getting you groomed,
and riped for the Pickings,
Like Skinny Skeletons hanging out,
with Crows and Chickens.
But you can't run from them Germs,
like loaded bombs in Needled Arms,
So like massive Harms in Bee Swarms,
watch out for them Covid-Cons.
*Verse*
Them Political Bandits:
Out to get a Hussie Pass
with a Hard Hide in Dough Balls,
In a Legal Quagmire caught up,
by a drift of Metaphorical Calls.
With a hung jury verdict Gridlocked,
caught up in a swapped Doom Gloomy,
Wrapped in Concertina Wire with,
Acme products in a Looney Tuney.
Without any Synchronicity,
unless it's in Colluding,
Being sold under Foot with the Soot,
causing continuous Polluting.
In a Prism of Colors no Genders,
Web surfing Cantankerous Sites,
Like in the Wasp and Ant Tragedy,
it's a continuance of Stings and Bites.
And in the Death Feast the Deceased,
is caught in a Sabotage Mirage,
With a message from Skinny Skeletons,
Unchained in the Hellraiser's Garage.
And Death got Snacks on the Ground,
with no EBT CARD Found,
Seeking Caskets of dead remains,
at neighborhood Funeral Homes.
*Pause*
Surrounded by Crows and Chickens,
with Skinny Skeleton Bones,
Putting the Rooster on Snooze,
from his morning barnyard Songs.
Flirting with the tongue of Death,
at the Wake of Forsake,
Caught up in that Oven Bake,
eating Swiss Cheese & King Cake,
And in the Dairy what's the Scary,
got no Milk to pass it On,
Just much Guilt in the Wilt,
from a Political Lyrical Monotone.
For in the irony Effect,
of the Hybrid Infestation,
The adaptable Affect,
comes at the budgeted Incubation.
On a physical Destination,
of self-inflicted Divination,
Routed out to Devastation,
by a requested Extermination.
And in a Rapacious search,
for public civil Reparations,
In the man-made Policyopoly,
are the results of malicious Litigations.
[*organ keys*]
In an ambulance disturbance,
from an erupted Avalanche,
Sitting on a chopped tree trunk stomp,
hanging on a Judiciary Branch.
And in the lava Outburst,
from the reconvening Legislation,
The powers of the voice,
are replaced by Martial Law Delegation.
For the Executive Orders,
in the Homeland Security,
Are on a Hype Kite with Skype,
lost in an Obliviated Obscurity.
And when the volcano's lava,
turns colder than a Glacier,
Mixed in a Molitov Cocktail,
is a hidden Bio-Eraser.
Set up to self-destruct,
at the Incite of Allegiance,
Bow down in Compliance,
or die out as a Grievance.
For in the molecular structure,
the spawned seed was Implanted,
And at the Ritualistic hour,
when the Forbidden is Chanted.
From inside the corridors,
of the unlocked Realms,
Will come a Heaping of a Creeping,
at the Governmental Helms.
Them Crows and Chickens
MCREV
