Greed's Own Deity - Poem by Ximmi Moon
Do not pass go. Do not collect two hundred dollars. Go directly to jail!
Make the masses owe and fetch their collars. It's your soul on sale.
Washington would be proud for immortalizing him now,
But Mussolini got hooked before he could say, 'Ciao! '
Father Abraham had many guns. Many guns had father Abraham,
Protecting the corporate funds of Lady Liberty and Uncle Sam.
So if you're a sick conformist phuck with a suit and a badge,
You ain't nothing more than a whore with sand in her vadge -
Ready to spread her disease from sea to shining sea,
Willing to be on her knees at the sound of the next decree
Proposed to enslave, enrage, torture, and mar
If only to crave the wage to insure their car
Speeding over the highways of a police-state,
Needing closure by raise from the local magistrate,
Who pledges allegiance to the bombs, bullets, and blood -
Straightedges, in sequence, Islam's caskets to flood
Their ego with omnipotent thoughts and pockets of rust.
Fear, we know! Impotent robots manned rockets of trust
Federally reserved in the depths of concealed desolation,
Baldly obscured for adepts to reveal the sensation
Felt when God conquers the mortal minds -
Spelled men nod (moron curse) . A portal finds
Greed's own deity within paper, plastic, and coins;
Seeds sown craftily christen raper classic; hand enjoins
Life support from the ones who've dominated you:
Signed, sealed, delivered, once emancipated, now through
Into circulation, entering your convoluted bloodstream.
A new circus nation centering toward polluted mainstream
Media propagating fear, like a puppet on a string.
Feed ya legislating cashier. Reich, shove it damn machine!
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