Fortune Teller: A Ditty

Government Grandpa death factory
Institution Grandmother winery
It's all just fine with me;
I'm making money.

Big-earred fool mincing words
Organizations divide the world into thirds
The children are eating live birds;
Grown-ups don't think it's funny.

There's a veil over our eyes,
a lock & key concealing our thighs,
this morning I wasn't surprised
that my eggs were runny.

I'll find someone to go along with you;
you, who're simultaneously gentile & Jew,
buried in your pharoah's tomb,
a bouncy baby mummy.

Climb into my rum & coke,
snort a line & take a toke,
tell the latest nigger joke,
we're no dummy.

It's the end of the year,
we've reached a new low in fear,
the headlights bear down on the deer;
Poor thing never even saw me.