Pitbull's Bite Poem by Theorem The Truth Serum

Who can we trust anymore?
Everywhere you turn there's
more money being burned.
The steady beat of the drum
that was once our financial
market has turned into a war
drum and we are all fighting
for our money like never before.
How can we live through this
battle without getting hurt?
Who can we turn to when there
is no one that we can trust?
Why don't we just pull all
of our money out of banks?
Take back control of our monetary system.
They already have peeked their head out
of a hole and shown their fallacious smiles.
They don't care about us so why
should we care about them?
We need to punch them in the face
and knock out all their teeth
cause right now they have a
pitbull's bite and it is not going to
release from our throats until we die.
I'm sick of their charges and turning my
mistakes into endless destruction.
I'm sick of the stress of perfection
that everyone who abides by their
rules have to go through.
I can see it in their eyes like a hungry
infant who has no control over their lively hoods.
They don't care about us but their smiles pretend that they do.