Upon the ALWAYS-NEVER Bus
We sometimes would have traveled,
Before the world went straight to hell,
And our lives came unraveled.
We lived upon a lane of gold,
And held our riches closely,
We always tipped the servants, and
We paid our taxes (mostly) —
But then came down the thunder-voice
Who painted us as evil;
He said we weren’t supportable
With ideas so medieval —
And so they took our house and land,
Ignoring the acquittals,
And left us in these shifting shacks,
To grouse around for vittles.
Inside the ALWAYS-NEVER Bus
We maybe should have wandered,
Instead of being here to think
That all we had’s
Been squandered.
Which came first, the picture, or the words? Whichever, it works brilliantly!
The picture, in this case. And thanks.
As usual, a great poem.
Vittles reminded me of The Beverly Hillbillies. 🙂