Machinations
above higher stations
venomous glares from
deathly stares; inside your
pockets seeking ‘their' ill-gotten
illegal, and illicit profits. Slithering
creatures and carnivorous vultures expressing
disdain for all but the highest of cultures; encircling
this earth preying upon your meager net worth'
encompassing, en masse all cash that lays in
their paths. Those ‘they' currently hurriedly
praying that ‘they' may keep what is theirs
and keep their net worth's from being laid
draining and bare; stumble and fall, failing
dramatically against the contrived programming
and attitudes attributed to those ‘them, ' who live
breathe, and die at the highest of societal altitudes…
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