They are taking my money to save the bloated banks
From going belly up
To pay for a colostomy
To remove the toxic assets
Constipating Big Brother's uncle Bernie
While he was busy getting rich
Breaking up industries and busting unions
and dividing up the spoils
With the chosen scum that slithered beside him
We'll be freeze drying the waste for future generations
To use as dung to make fire
And warm the hands that used to scamper over keyboards
And thaw out the numb minds that
Once eagerly consumed
All the goodies Indo China could provide
Flooding their senses with dopamine tsnamis
In a cushy comfort paradise of feel good...
But now it seems like a drunken weekend
And my belly is screaming
And I can't hear myself think.
The Dragon that made livestock of people
Groans sick in his cave
From eating tasty mortgage spring roll
Reguritated from Eagle's beak
Poisoned with Green backed small pox blankets
Bearing the heads of dead presidents
And magic symbols that eat into your soul
Like nanobots – working and working…
You don't stand a chance
Being dissected alive
And bled by leaches of the Mayan Underworld
For every drop of blood
Until your wallet is empty
And your house is eviscerated
In a shark frenzy of foreclosure predators
With toothy smiles
Chomping words of opportunity and market Darwinism
And you live beneath an underpass
In a tin and propane tent world
And all your energy is spent foraging
And seeking warmth
Until,one day, you're round up and culled like geese
By the county freeholders
Carrying out the wishes
Of the stockholders and land owners
Who just tightened their python grip
Around all that they have turned into property
Choking yet another breath,
Taking back another chance,
Snuffing out every last flicker of hope...
And then with one last, brief struggle,
-- Peace
