& ……… a ……… parrrrrr-tri-iiiidge in

……… a ………  pear ……… treeeeeeee

Tonight we’re gona party like it’s 19zero7 

Ye better put your cash into gold…or better

I saw a banker over there eating porterhouse,

…it wasn’t porterhouse, …it was his debtor

somebody might’ve saw it coming and said,

“No, ye bastids, ye let my fucking people go!”

But, …somehow, it didn’t go down like that

& now we spiral, viral, oh peril in mad hats

my brain is flamed-out, my heart is broken

bad men w/ leg of mutton and blood tokens

the air around my head is mercury thickened

while I read this piece of history, I’m sickened

& I’m trying to figure out how to make a million

just…so I can try to build a safe haven for my kids

but what’s a million when the empire debt is trillions

I stride nearby clear water, jus so not to flip my lid

It makes us all into bad men or bag men or yes men,

even the one’s who most inspired strength in the people

Heard this song once that was so honest it made me tremble

But now even its creator is subdued by the weight of injustice 

& so I sing THIS song,  as the burden of inequity pushes down 

& I dance the dance of the hopeful clown, just to keep on breathing

and I put my arms around you, girl, even as we watch the wave crown

& smile at our children there, somehow thinking our smile is enough

Chris went into the wild to trail a journey; crossed a riverbed of carry on & leeway

He loved the presence of said riverbed, all rich with hope and wonder, music, honesty

Mostly unaware of the elegy being written: …he never saw that riverbed again...………..