*****,  seedy
filthy, greedy
text me honey when you have the time.

modern day society
money grabbing
soul destoying
materialistic *****
trample on the poor
selfie loving
deep *******
gossip on her news feed
swallow it up whole

Modern day Society
pain is pleasure
hidden faces
incognito
just who the **** are you
plastic people
have no meaning
Just another Sheeple

Another dead ******
Another life the devil just bought
this is Street corner living
Stale wine on the wind
hands out
unkept
swept aside
A few cents for me sir
The Traffic lights are now red

******* shadows fall on blood stained curbs
Devils and Demons dance to the macabre sounds of the night
This is the ballet that dances beneath the cities flickering light
Alley way murders
Bottle store *****
Gunshots linger in the air as the sirens wail
Veiled Curtains hide this scene from those who slumber in cozy, safe sweet suburban bliss

Keep your hands above the Mason Dickson line
You don't have to make the right desicion now
Some of this old beat slang
is right off the cob
So let us Ride and get Dixie fried
With some small town gin mill cowboy

I can see you're interviewing your brain
so for now I'll  just leave you alone
because I'm just a pearl diver
at a greasy spoon
and soon we will be in jail for hanging paper with that  runway in a ******* so I guess we  better just jungle up in Varicose Alley.

Corporate ****** and Concubines
The devil wears a black suit
It's a Rich mans game of chess

There is fluoride in your water
Chemtrails in the air
Cancer in your body
And yet most dont care

A life of lies
Dead horse
and
Flies

Let's watch the news
Lap up what the television spews
And we all die
Ignorant fools

Photoshop
and
click bait
A life of smoke and mirrors
Selfie filters
and
fake smiles
That's the world today

News feeds
and
Fake news
Ignorant of all the wars
Empty shells
Bombed out holes
That's the world today

Ignorant fools
And
No regard for rules
That's the world today

Alone
Wishing
Praying
Dying
Lost
Were  to from here

The Devil summons his demons
While earthly mortals sell their souls
It's a game of master and slave

In the cold grey offices
It's where they meet
To devour your soul
Clickety clack , clickety clack
Rows and rows of puppets
Sitting in front their screens
In hopes of recieving more money
to put themselves further in debt

They gather round the coffee machine
Plastic smiles that go for miles , awaiting to clock themselves out.

This where Everything is measured
Productivity
With walls
full of
charts.
And
Business
is
regarded as art.

Lifeless being
A cog in the machine
Spewing out profits
For the elite
But don't dare be late
Or you out on the street
Because the devil and demons
Don't give a **** about you
It all about that profit