Luke fled Forida fast
He knew it wouldn't last
Do not submit to the system
Stick it out:
Do not be a prisoner
Of a vengeful state
An actor who milked
A miscellany of roles
Fight for the right to be yourself
Throw your weight around
Take a stand
Against the corrupt criminals
Who bleed the country dry.
You heard it on the grapevine.
Common decencies disregarded
A heady-sickly hedonism prevails
And the quiet and the needy and the brave
Are seen as mugs: easily put upon,
easily duped, rarely listened to.
Nothing works for the poor
In this fucked up country.
The rich even con themselves
With all that Thatcherite shite: 
“God said to him, 'What a fool you are to trust in your riches and not in me! This very night the messengers of death will demand to take your life. Then who will get all the wealth you have stored up for yourself? ' The same thing will happen to all those who fill up their lives with everything but God.” Luke, 12:20-21