Let em Cook
Billionaires want to debate whether we should eat the rich,I say let them cook,But what about their wives and mistresses,Aww yes that's important to consider,We should let those thoughts marinate,Rainforests on fire is something we should stew over,Burning like the earth's lungs I know they want the smoke,That's not straw it's wicker,That's not a man it's an effigy,Iron or steel man, get bent like a tin can,Never be safe for him to leave Oz,Silver spooned and tongued the mettle of his rhetoric recycled,I have no grace to offer,I can't afford it,Just like you did me when I was hungry I offer you no quarter,Holier than thou,I assure you I need no devil's advocate.