Working on Something
In light of recent events, I'm re-writing Harry Chapin's "Cat's In The Cradle." Here's the start:

The inspector arrived just the other day
He came through the door in the usual way
But there was food to cook and bribes to pay
He took the cash as I looked away
Then he was sayin’ all at once, and his anger grew
He'd say "This is gonna go bad for you, man
This is gonna go bad for you"

And there’re rats in the kitchen at the Taco Bell
Now that I notice it, what’s that smell?