The three monkeys are alive and well,

Though, afflictions in them do dwell,

Those afflictions, were all passed on,

From generation, to generation, far too long

We have just discovered, though it was assumed

That these afflictions over time were groomed,

Now a new phenomena, has been offered,

New afflictions have been discovered

Because no hearing, seeing, speak,

Their mind has sprung a leak,

Have lost their sense of touch,

Don’t care about too much

Now there is some foreboding,

Themselves, on welfare loading,

From the public purse,

From beginning, birth to the hearse,

Those most afflicted seem to be,

Higher up the family tree;

Like Senators and such,

Much out of touch to much,

Even common folk among the tribe,

With common sense can’t bribe;

Though some most gentle and most kind;

Prefer not to see, that’s why their blind

Smoke too much pot, drink to much beer

Your shouting cannot hear,

And those are wined and dined,

Similar inclined

Some speak well enough though they mumble,

Twist their words in mumble jumble

What they say not worth of hearing,

Yet those can’t hear are cheering

But the out of touch, can’t tell are fraud,

When blind, and deaf and dumb applaud,

My God, who would have thought?

What the future now have wrought!

The easiest frauds among the bunch,

This is just a hunch,

Those that out of touch,

Just touch their wallet or their crotch

08/02/2008