huh? ...based on a poem by Don Hakman 1950-2005

Inside the loop
there is a group
of the happiest people on earth

Unbound by truth
the golden goose
pay those who are wealthy since birth

For liberty
our treasury
is looted and protestors cursed

The bill of rights
is in a fight
with those behind the big ruse.

Its plain to see
that they are free
of all the confines of truth

They own the courts
they own of course
every voting booth.


Don't upset them
or fail to god bless em
or they'll set their dogs on you.

In quarantine
you have a dream
of those who hated your freedom

Your family
begins to see
plans set forth to defeat them

You wonder now
exactly how
you let criminal monsters delete them

When all is lost
you paid the cost
for every morsel you fed them.

They loved you then
way back when
all was blessed by religion.

It all depends
on what you spend
to furnish their personal heaven.

Inside the loop
there is a group
of the happiest people on earth.

You can be one
or you can feed one
It depends on what your soul is worth.