--Harvesting Corn--

"Don't forget,

We're in the business

Of giving debt,

Not forgiveness,

So hurry up

And get to

Paying us back

With interest,

Get fat from

Processed snacks

And a lack

Of fitness,

Get trapped in

Our system of

Inflicted sickness."

Fast food passes

For sustenance

When nutrition's offered

Based on status,

And corporate

Influence

Decides who to

Feed in

Massive batches.

Every time

A fascist

Plan hatches

A new law passes,

The steadfast

Campaign

To make our

Brains cabbage,

Our bodies

Ravaged,

Our spirits

Shattered,

A nation

So savage

And battered

We no longer

Care that

A handful

Of vultures

Are driving

The carriage.

Don't be a fool,

These puppets

Don't care

About guns

Or gay marriage,

It's just a show,

A transparent

Distraction

In the form

Debate between

Imaginary factions.

Money rules the world,

It's not just a saying

That it makes

This **** twirl,

It spins us around

And inspires

The slaying

Of entire towns,

It leads these liars

In the game

They are playing,

Telling us up

Is really down.

Well if down is

The new up

I guess I

Should stop

Laying in dirt,

And get myself

A job

Making other

People hurt,

And make a ton

Of money

And pretend

I have worth.

Catch you on the

Flipside,

From the flipside.

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