The Buzzards

Did you see that big buzzard
in his long white coat,
making circles in his office
prescribing little notes.
There is one in the courtroom
look at the suit he's got on,
did he help or did he fry you,
pull the meat from your bones.

The last-line of society,
they can't wait till you're dead,
so they circle your struggles
and take all you have left.
They sit in their offices
knowing you'll show up soon,
we all have some problems,
face our own troubled dooms.

I know... they worked hard,
sitting on their asses in school,
they gave up years for your money,
too educated for the golden rule.

Turned themselves into doctors
and lawyers telling lies,
pouncing on our misfortunes
and smile when we arrive.

They forgot about us,
how we've kept them alive,
built their homes, cleaned their toilets,
made the roads they drive.
Did you see that big buzzard
no lost sleep in his eyes
modern day vultures
preying on sick and lost lives.