here they come running for all they’re worth
making progress, selling the earth
military mouths, corporate holler
ignoring warnings, spawning dollar
there’s gold in them thar’ juicy rocks!
so prime the pumps! feed the stocks!
gold tooth flashes, dirty dances
while a distant figure slowly advances
dragging the world in her coal black cape
till you make a hasty excuse and escape
to party on the deck of a flickering liner
run aground on the sandbank of her upturned timer