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anonymous
rhyme psychologist
time gets all of us
soul is falling behind mind
the goal is dollars
but theres no sense behind
these malls and the toilet stall
where all corporate crooks and politicians
place pennies and make dirty water wishes
its still getting hotter
but fuck your daughters future
youre gonna win the stock market lottery
sold a part of me for a mutual fund
undone we have come
one nation under rich white men with guns and fun party beads

im an oil baron bearing down on killing bears
in a bare snow Alaska hole-in-the-globe
and my oil drills make a moaning sound
while they fuck and rape the ground below
drunken frat boy on the town
with a fat wallet
and a whatchamacallit for a heart
that starts with two pumps of money primer
and lust for power
pulled apart
artless rage against my fax machine
throw a dart at the tax mans face and see
roughly how much money i get to keep
and how much to stuff into my bigscreen ATM-TV
to keep my brain priced right
and my soulbuy one get one free