From whence the wilted wandered
Wondered all
The money laundered
Has it gone
So far beyond
Where they would utter
De guerre ‘Nam
And from those jungles
Fill your lungs
With burning stakes
Of Amazon
But turning rates
Of the disinterested
To actively engage
From highly likely
If it’s nightly,
Daily,
Constantly replayed
To child’s play
Of puppeteers
In their clock working
Apparatus
To addict you
And afflict you
Forceful feed you
Needles madness
Then it’s habits
Gotta have it
You just gotta ******* grab it
Off the shelves
Or off their cellular
Dependencies
Like magic