Chimpanzees and Franklins

Lay down the beats
In the old town streets,
Breathe through your mind,
With the past behind.

Govern yourself tomorrow,
While the alleys shine with sorrow,
As the homeless cry out,
The world is falling we have no doubt.

As the rivers flow with blood,
Mustard thrusts his foe into the mud,
And the women scream; Forlorn.
Now twisted revenge reborn.

Money missing in our pockets
For taxes send it out on rockets!
Money and monkeys on the moon,
Ha! About time we've changed the tune.