Choo Choo to Poverty Land
A whistling train breaks the lull of a carousel lullaby
8.50 an hour for a toothless smile
The old man-witch laughes into the night with a crack of thunder
Choo-choo to poverty land, this way she rides.
300 feet above the ground
towards a mountain top of neverland
Dreams wish to be halted immediately
At the widowed gates of poverty land.
But wait, there’s more! You’ll have so much to explore!
Behind the scenes an office bore
Like the ones before
Behind closed doors
Just a spirit of the ones like there’s more
More more more.
We will take more, more, more, and so
Gritty teeth with a cheeky grin
A grinch tale from the mountaintop of southern folklore
The tale lives on and on
As those who wish to crack the whip into a grease lightning firecracker
Will make haste to bring waste to our souls, our treasure, our worth of most value within
As we grin
Knowing all the way
We got outdone again.
We throw the sack on our back to bring taters to the table
And we do it all over again.