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The willing scapegoats who then bluff their power,
The pundits who first cloud their crystal balls,
The magnates who still manage whiskey sour,
The goofy gangsters who line gilded palls.
No difference then, if I cuss or cower,
Or conk out, one too many bar-room brawls,
The world's a floating turd or lily flower,
El nino greenhouse gas enforcing squalls.
Or, maybe myopia is the better game,
With zest for you, dear, I should zero in,
You are my heaven, a homespun heroine,
And maybe trivial trials aren't ever lame.
So, let's escape, to daily living yield,
We're useless, yearn in love, that's our best shield.

(Chorus)

o yield
o capitulate
o surrender