Occupying Wall Street

So they wanna occupy Wall Street, eh?

I do believe that it is already well occupied,

Occupied in making money,

Not in makin' stuff,

That would muss those custom suits,

And chip those polished nails,

You can't see Wall Street's residents,

They're busy behind smoked glass,

Trading the most expensive vaporware

On earth,

Buy it for a thousand,

Sell if for a hundred,

Heads they win,

Tails you lose,

Try retiring on that,

It's working out for them,

They're important people,

Don't hurt their morale,

Mayor Bloomberg is worried

They might get sad,

(Sigh).

Don't turn around,

But while you're occupying,

Your jobs are occupied,

With migrating to...

Another hemisphere,

Enjoy your camp-out folks,

And your three weeks

Of fame.

Jerry Falwell's Last Audience

Jerry Falwell died,

You know,

He entered to eternity,

St Peter wasn't at the gate,

The gate was plain

But well maintained,

He had to open it himself,

He entered in,

And found an escort,

Found a place to stand in line,

Eventually he came to stand,

Alone before a holy shrine,

A disembodied voice said 'Hi,'

'Welcome,

We're a perfect fit for you,

Jerry smiled that smile,

The one he saved,

Saved for preaching on TV,

He told the voice,

I always gave,

All faith,

And honor,

And all glory,

To your only son,

And Jerry smiled

That famous smile,

Again,

Too bad his congregation

Wasn't there to bask in it,

And then the voice said,

Puzzled,

What son?