Greed Machine


Institution.
Retribution.
All you think of is green-
You're creating a greed machine.
Instability,
You've mistaken me
For some fool who cares-
Go away, don't bother me.
You aren't a grown up-
Your brain has blown up-
The walls are splattered green,
Bad technicolor dream.
I'm not a believer-
But, you're a deceiver-
I'm not at all like you,
My blood is iron heme.
You're sanctimonious-
And I'm harmonious-
In the end we'll find
Which one of us is blind-
Your ass is talking.
My feet are walking.
I've no desire to see
Another theiving
Green, greedy cash
Machine.
You think you're pretty-
I think you're shitty-
Your mirror is shattered
But, still your flattered
When your bank says,
" thank you ma'am"
You're such a poser-
You're part bulldozer-
Zippers city wide,
They see you coming,
Run and hide.
Your life is flim flam,
Like a bleeting lamb,
You always follow the ass
That's in front of you
And
You can't see the cliff
That's waiting for you.
You're so deceptive
But, never receptive-
Except to put in your mouth
Things in front of you.
You're so immoral-
And very oral-
You like to make things
Hard-
It's all you seem to do.
Retribution.
Institution.

All you think of is green-

You're creating a greed machine.



K. Carlson
Nippular Arts & Music
Sacramento CA
©2022
For the greedy, capitalist masses everywhere. Blow me.



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