Check the Pond for Quacks
CHECK THE POND FOR QUACKS
The world is full of vile creatures
Each one preying like a panther
Free, each time you want a preacher
Gnawing like a perfect cancer
They mimic pain and fake with hope
Distrustful lot they truly are
The symptoms marked becomes their dope
Their lies prescribe a greater scar.
They say to cope you need their drugs
Their walls are themed in paper trust
The biggest frauds and biggest thugs.
Each one with schemes within their tuft.
However quick your world could sink
These thugs will try to stay afloat
They’ll tell you what it takes to think
Theyll say to you, I have a boat.
Your moat, this pill to block the hordes
Your private little castle gate
The armory with broken swords
This pill, this test, your dying fate
A phantom horde attacks my coast
The script is made in black and white
How do I fight a host of ghosts?
Attacking while I sleep at night
The bill, the script, the play it costs
The case was left undiagnosed
A ghost of shells, my time is lost.
They played me like a whipping post
Snake oil salesmen in robes of white
But some still wear their business suits
They take away your need to fight
As dealers meant to convolute
These sycophants know what to say,
They know a soldier follows suit
A dusted soul left on display.
A gun prepared to never shoot.
How green their grass, and pocket lines
Their flame retardant shirt to boot
The check in line has waiting times
Their path is hot when hell’s the route.
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