"Everything's For Sell"

Astrologers,
Stargazers-
Monthly prognosticators:

And Washington, D.C.-
Wannabe dictators.

What mayest prevail-

Everything's for sell:

And those actual powers
Behind the scenes,
With their enchantments
And sorceries-

A molten image,
And hidden things-

With every deal to be.

And they've tied up
And gagged the fat lady,
So there's not much chance
That she's
Going to suddenly pop up-
And start to sing.

But with the cameras running,
And folksingers
With their guitars strumming-

All the politicians will gather together:
Release doves,
And say: "See how they take wing!"

Everything's for sell-

And the end of all things.