Catch me if you can

the subcommittee
quit making hero sandwiches
eons ago
members are hiding
inside corporate pants
practicing the corporate dance
sweating bullets my ass,
this jive is about class
it's endless negotiation
it's seldom on the floor
before the hired gun
before the whore
plys her trade
it's all a charade
everything is in transition
behind a boardroom door
behind a cash bonus
on the marbeled floor
of a high rise
disguised as lies
in Never Never Land it can't be seen
by ordinary people with A Dream
it's in a murky purgatory
above a Ruby Ridge
while down below
driving on a collapsing bridge
made-in-China
not made in spades,
jobless recovery
the future fades
the giant banks and smart bankers
getting away and rich
oil spoils the Gulf
people bitch
the small middle class disappearing
into the welfare ditch
into trouble
unseen by Hubble,
into the great takeover
by the great moneyman
saying "Catch me if you can!"