Tin Man Poem by Walter C. Edwards

I have been seeing to many tin man lately,
no hearts, no souls at all,
all they have is corporate goals,
lives trash instead,
bottom lines of coke brains,
taking out the old with out the new,
sad thing they don’t have a clue,
smoky haze they live,
to much, not a chance,
the rules are just dust,
on brunt paper,
in my hands,
as the winds start to blow,
gone forever in the tin man lands,
no hearts, no souls.