Sack of Rabid Weasels

You have your supercomputers, and you have your drones

You have your Conspicuous Consumption, you have your iPhones

You have your snooping software, you have your muscle cars

You have your stock options, you have your humanitarian wars

All I have is

A sack of rabid weasels.

Yes a sack of rabid weasels

And they love me so.

Foaming at the mouth

Itching to be let go –

Sooner or later they’ll get out

And then they’ll overrun the world

My sack of rabid weasels.

You have your ISIS, you have smart bombs

You have your cruise missiles, and you have mass tombs

You have your fracking wells, you have battlestars

You have people signing up for Mars,

But you don’t have the key

To the world, that’s with me –

My sack of rabid weasels.

You have your refugee camps, you have your flicks

Of Hollywood’s shiny heroes fighting savages with sticks

You create climate change, you fight religious wars

You argue politics drinking cocktails in bars –

All that you have, but not

Not the sack of rabid weasels. 

Don’t be afraid of my sack of rabid weasels.

They won’t rule you like capitalists sucking your resources

Like tyrant dictators crushing your liberties

Like democracies bringing freedom to your land.

They’ll just eat you alive instead

And then you can rest in peace in your bed

For ever and anon, one past eternity –

My sack of rabid weasels.

They're waiting to be free

To taste the sweet air of liberty

And they'll be coming, they'll come for you

My sack of rabid weasels.

Copyright B Purkayastha 2015