In the dark sky of skin
and revelers of bone
beasts with gold
harvest air to force
the poor to do their bidding.
One potato feeds four,
two will feed a village
in the 1% Society of the Gilded.
When the stock market falls
greed gets anxious, so the bull
stalks “gray hair” for bleeding.
This echoes many of my own sentiments, Susie, and you make the charade all to obvious, as indeed it is. "beasts with gold..." that is exquisite, and exact. there is no way to gild this lily that it doesn't stink.That first line just pulls you in while the weight of all that heavy metal sinks. Excellent and very (sadly) timely 55, Susie. Thanks for playing, and for kicking ass.
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Deletethat vice governor in Texas is a twit. which is a much nicer 4-letter word than I would rather say ~
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