My “heartfelt” valentine to the rich: ALL OF THEM


 Shopping for the PERFECT valentines card for the people in your life can be a real royal pain in the arse (especially for a Socialist, like me). I gave up on it this year, especially when I was thinking about what it was I wanted to say to the world’s capitalists; the rich, the powerful, etc: after all, for better or worse (WORSE) they are "involved" in my life (in ALL our lives, the bastards). So what I decided was to say how I feel with a song, instead. 

This is for all ‘yo rich@$$, bourgeosie parasites livin’ it up off the sweat and toil of the working class; this "heartfelt" song is the best way I know to express the depth of my feeling for you…
 

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http://www.youtube.com/v/PGhLQScRElI&hl=en_US&fs=1&

100 Little Curses

May you tumble and fall down your grand
Marble stairway

May that caviar pate you were eating
Block your airway

May your manservant deliver the Heimlich
With honor
May this make you vomit on your Dolce
Gabbana

May your wife’s worried face show a hor-
Rific expression
May you realize she’s not worried- that’s
Just Botox injections

May all the commotion cause to crash
Your chandelier
And propel into your rear
It’s sharp diamonds from DeBeers

May your Ferrari break down

May your chauffeur get high
And smash up your stretch Rolls up on
Rodeo Drive

Off the breaking backs of others is where
You got all your bucks
Til we make the revolution
I just hope your life sucks

All my people in the place put your fist
In the air
All my down muthafuckas get up outta
Your chairs
All my real down peoples we got love for
You here
Cept for that muthafuckas right there
Get em

May your Champagne not bubble

May your pinot be sour

May that white stuff you snortin be 96
Percent flour

May the famous rapper you bring to your
Daughter’s sweet 16
Get some pride and walk out
As if born with a spleen

May the death squads you hire be bad
With instructions
And by mistake be at your mansion with
The street sweepers bustin

May this make your guests forsake
Their white Russians
And dive behind the Jimmy Martin
Cryin and cussin

May your chef be off pissin in the bisque
In the kitchen

May I assume your autobiography is filed
Under fiction

Cuz off the breakin backs of others is
Where you got all your cash
Til we make the revolution
I your life sucks ass

All my people in the place put your fist
In the air
All my down muthafuckas get up outta
Your chairs
All my real down peoples we got love for
You here
Cept for that muthafuckas right there
Get em

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PGhLQScRElI

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