No Place To Land Poem by Edwin Robinette

Corporate suits and their mannequin men
Swear they have the plan
Less money comes, more money goes
We have no place to land

Business wantons and renegade deceivers
Pass laws from hand to hand
As steel, glass and concrete crumble
Leaving us with no place to land

Big business thrives on sordid affairs
Putting blinders on the average man
Courtesans of lies and great illusion
Abandon us, leaving no place to land