Washing, washing, Washington
The laundry’s work is never done,
Rub a dub-dub, scrub a scrub-scrub
Throw all the green backs into the tub.
Soap ‘em and rinse ‘em and spin ‘em,
Then stack ’em in twin towers, so high,
Of notes whose source will never be recognised.
Washing, washing, Washington
The laundry’s work is never done.
Taking cash from good folk to send to a war
So when it comes back, it’s their money no more
But bulging the wallets and pockets of the rich
Who feed off the grift of this shell game switch.
Washing, washing, Washington
The laundry’s work is never done,
Yet no matter how they scrub and scrub,
They will never remove the stain of the blood
They’ve spilled through their murderous schemes,
The taint of evil that, even now, haunts their dreams.
No matter how they rub, they will never ever get it clean.
© Annie Dieu-Le-Veut, August 2023
Washing, Washing, Washington
Washing, washing, Washington The laundry’s work is never done, Rub a dub-dub, scrub a scrub-scrub Throw all the green backs into the tub. Soap ‘em and rinse ‘em and spin ‘em, Then stack ’em in twin towers, so high, Of notes whose source will never be recognised.
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Annie Dieu-Le-Veut 