Birds of a Feather

Thick with the greed of the maddest of men
       an iniquity nurturing upper-class den
              full of the fullest-time liars and thieves
picture a set that plays host to a scene
crawling  with deal-trolling crony-cap carnies
peddling sweet slices of corporate sleaze
       to kickback-happy  money-mad armies
              of eagerly corrupted political hustlers
              and public-private revolving door whores.

Since influence is both sought and bought
              with a zeal  equal to that with which gas
and matches  are apt to be snatched up by pyros
— as certain as graft beats the snappiest of paths
to the back doors of power   like static to styro —
              and since this sordid attraction forms part
                     of the sorry order of things as they are
we find ourselves living by the rules and directions
of a breed  of suit and tie tyrants who live to succeed
by rigging the system through predacious deceptions.

Teeming  with seamless liars and first-class thieves
and legions of mercenary lobby firm barkers
                     touting the wonders of reciprocal sleaze
picture  a misconduct fostering five-star den
whose function is the giving of life and license
              to the avaricious mischief of insatiable men;
picture  a gilded stage made  for a cast of bad actors
       who play  their treacherous parts in a tragic farce
in which honour's a laughable old-fashioned notion
that only applies to the suckers outside
of that hallowed hall built  for mammonistic devotion.