There’s rarely any joy
Left in leveling the playing field
**** or be killed
And the world doesn’t want a shield
Only to sleep and to work
For the end
To live by the dollar
And die by the trend
To defend them would be
My existence’s
Honor
But I covet peace
Like a kami wind bomber
Just pondering all of the dreams
That they squander
The people they slaughter
These true men in ruins
Of Frankenstein’s Monster
A Las Vegas concert
A Wild West myth
I pack write lightning heat
Like a Mustafar Sith
But this Vader comes later
To savor the darkness
Within the machine’s
Pax-American carcass
Of ravenous Reagan’s
Who’d let your kids starve
And contain the unsane
To fund wars in the stars
Don’t you see?
It’s the same tricky dixiecrat reaper
Delusional geezer
The neo-Liberial pyramid schemer
Who still thinks illegal is Spanish for dreamer
And trains Contra dogs
For some searches and seizure
Misogyny cowboy
Digs coal in a hole
His cash flowin’ like oil’s
Re-standardized gold  
As the livestock in rot market’s
Shelves gettin’ old
As they waste away youth
With MAD weapons they hold
Convincing us greed
Is salvation of soul
Until even the “good” neighborhood’s
Hooked on Cold
Where the story unfolds yet again in my favor
Just penned in the blood of the winning side’s slavers