I saw bridges that I didn’t need to see

37th floor with the best view of the Allegheny

 

The bars were full of scantily clad folks–

    looking for sex… for comfort…

    the poor just a joke

 

He said it was the church that put him in bondage

He said it was capitalism that would save him from

    self carnage

 

The wind whipped through the convertible

    and messed with my hair

 

The poor man on the street asked for a quarter–

    no man… I ain’t got a dime to spare

 

I can’t row because of my Orvis khakis

Forgot my shorts — can’t ruin these

 

At St. Anthony’s I saw the crippled middle class

    5,000 relics — we didn’t notice — 

       discussed the art work of the past…

 

The incline went up and down

    While politicians promised change–

       but poverty was all around

 

We drove back to the mansion

    high upon the hill

Empire still alive… and nothing left to feel

 

He said it was the church that put him in bondage

He said it was capitalism that would save him

    from self carnage