to see in color
like a dog
to work properly
like a clock
to be transparent
like fog
to be hungry
like prisoners
to be stupid
like rich foreigners
better luck than writing "A"
than taking time to pick "B"
when all you can be made to see
is the consequence of your "B"
A pocket full of greed and silver
fuck you, just pillage and pilfer
I feel empty, yet controlled
Like ten pant pockets lined with gold
Unable to control where and when i go
money has made men as drunk as pure liquor
making commands like two times ten misters
commanding five times one hundred tricksters
imagining ten times ten million people meant to kill
duct tape all you fuck faces
you fucks dressed up in red and leather
like casual feathers and hilted brown tethers
stripped away pageantry and a mockery of everything
random to randomay to random
three to four to five
natural progression of things