Disfiguration of self,
Blind mirror of truth,
Sometimes it's lies,
Sometimes it's proof.
Starvation of fact,
A bullsh*t feast,
Feed the Beast.
Illegally I act to rip-off the rippers,
Ungodly I sin to strip the strippers,
Purloining your bread, butter & gruel,
Eating my sirloin and potatoes I rule.
I tell your future from shiny grains of sand,
GIve me a dollar and stick up your hands,
You haven't a prayer since I stack the deck.
Neither fair-play while I control your check.
Work off your debts till the day you die,
Don't complain or they'll hang you high,
It is all by design these clever little lies,
To see you struggle and make you cry.
My game plan foolproof has penache,
A huge moose antlers flush with cash,
Stealing your money gives me a rush,
To fuel my dreams and yours to crush.
I'm so distressed that you don't agree,
How great it is to cut down more trees,
Washing my hands like Pilate you see,
Global degrees warming by my decree.
Hard currency backed up by gold,
Pity that old idea we didn't uphold
Greenback dollars get me excited,
If I had even more I be so delighted.
Tis' a good reason that you don't succeed,
By virtue of virtues your morals I will bleed,
Till in the valley of the shadow of your death,
Still battling evil you breath your last breath.
Horace's dust and shadows are you,
Weightless among weighty weights,
When once a force, nature's best yield,
Now houses full of yesterday's wraiths,
Your dreams lie dead in a potter's field.
Stubble of life's wheat billowy chimes,
A heart's memory seasons sublime,
Like spokes of rarity...wheinnnnngg,
God turning back the wheels of time.