It seems you’ve yet to understand,

what makes the difference of our hours?

what some smell sweet, fouls others’ nose.

‘tis not for fame nor to cause strife.

but save the city, while still there’s time!

oh mighty Spider, THAT you should.

and watch as our town turns to dust,

while concrete crumbles and buildings rust,

while funds are stolen and leaders lie…

and YOU can do no more than die!

Sway back and forth, instead of lead.

Take no stand at any cost!

We talk and talk while good men leave.

Nor at your time will any grieve.

December’s here, and that’s a fact.

Do you have time to switch the track?

I can’t predict your reaper’s date,

I beg you, sir, please do not wait.

I beg you, urge you, one and all,

this one last late night rant to state:

Approach Him standing proud and tall,

Tell Him that you gave your all.

let not them fall ‘neath evil’s spell.

Forsake that duty and I foretell:

We’ll meet next at the gates of hell.