America Ain’t No Casino
Verse 1
He struts like a king in a tacky gold crown,
Shouts “Buy the dip!” when the market goes down.
Tweets at the Fed like it's some kind of toy,
Turns Powell into just another ploy.
The Dow swings wild, bonds push back,
But he’s too busy cooking up another tax hack.
Chorus
America ain’t a casino,
But he plays it like it’s Vegas with a C-note.
Stackin’ chips made of Medicare cuts,
While Main Street bleeds and Wall Street struts.
It's not roulette—it’s Russian, folks.
One wrong spin, and democracy chokes.
Verse 2
He pumps the stocks, then blames the fall,
Calls recession a “deep state hoax” and all.
Tariffs in the morning, bailouts at night,
Then tells the farmers, “You’re doin’ alright.”
Bond markets scream, “This won’t end well,”
But he’d rather sell hats than listen to the bell.
Chorus
America ain’t a casino,
But he deals it like a Mob-run keynote.
Rolling dice with your rent and mine,
While climate burns and kids serve time.
It's not poker—it’s a Ponzi scam,
With freedom folded in Uncle Sam.
Verse 3 (Crescendo)
Now the table’s cracked, the house is flame,
He’s still bluffin’ like it’s all a game.
Jobs dry up, the food banks grow,
But he brags about Mar-a-Lago.
The bond market roars, “You’re outta control!”
But gamblers never stop when they’re deep in the hole.
Final Chorus
America ain’t a casino,
But he runs it like a backroom bingo.
There’s no jackpot, no dealer fair—
Just loaded dice and billionaires.
The house always wins when truth gets sold.
Cash out now, before the republic folds.
Credits:
Lyrics and melody by Robert Jennings
Published by InnerSelf Publications
AI-assisted production and vocals
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