How To Confuse Your Handlers - Poem by Alice Perfect
If you think this is not a slave planet
open your eyes and wallet and snooze paper
or at least two out of the three
Slave masters are owners
world powers, currency creators
they extract from their suppliers
giving little back
Is that what YOU do
every time you exchange
your efforts or stuff for MONEY?
by taking from or charging each other
we are play the master's game
Confusion throws everybody off their game
Let's confuse our handlers
and more and more
give yourshit away
give your talents
give your time
you don't need to worry about
because with god
giving is getting
would you rather
give stuff to your kids
or get stuff from them?
Why does your ego see it that way?
the system crumbles
in a giving economy
and if we're all giving
who needs to be concerned
with getting anything?
Even give unto caesar what is caesar's
and if your brother wants your coat
give him two
that starts the flow of the living water
how about starting with 5% of your time
and talents and resources?
no, this is not just the 'richer' people
they have the least!
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