bygone tycoons and blind followers
traversed by taking all offerings
while offering nothing to their offspring
except a tainted world they left dying
and crude remarks about societal upstanding
built on the back of  insurmountable debt
and a grapefruit breakfast
that left much to be desired in the ways
of relishing our senses and drenching ourselves
in awe removed from daunting poverty of spirit.

but like the green that peeks through concrete
so too shall we live completely
with their legacy coursing through our veins
in the form of bloodened synthetic remains
they call: our inheritance