Financial security?
The illusion of wealth.
All this tech and landed property;
These elites have got super stealth.
All those maintenance costs
How long can you last without getting lost?
Hidden wealth, it's not a lost cause.
You'll hit a brick wall sure, it's all shrouded in secrecy: Subtracted
From the economy.
Looted and ravaged and drained from our society.
Sleazy, makes you queasy what the 'bad boys' think is easy...
Just keeping us busy.
This is the leading cause of death in our calamity.
Hijacking the media, turning us into sheep,
They swell as ticks do
It's all a cheat.
Head of -You Can't Stop Us- campaigns,
To them it's just a game.
Their eyes on the prize, taking their time.
They've got you sick and sullen sneezy,
You rack your brain but it's played out clearly.
The Clowns are pulling the strings
Of every damn industry in the ring...
You're walking the tightrope
Fire above and below
What do you know? Why else did you think Progress is so slow?
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Musings: A Poetry Compilation
PoetryPoetry and prose for the poets out there eager to get their helpings of more and more of the written page...because there is never enough ink to satisfy the soul.
