when trillions catch up with them
and play-money isn't going to cut it
We don't want anything to change, but we want it fixed!
scream pleading millions who have never seen a silver platter,
let alone had one handed to them
elitists feast upon the stationary
what do you when
the Social Security checks stop rolling
and you can afford your life-saving medicine about as much as you afford your own private island
your eyes carry barrels of worry while the food bank keeps your head above the tsunami
but just barely
you stop sleeping, because what if a wave
comes
in
the
night and snatches it all away?
crying shame doesn't even begin to cover it
this is what you do: not out of want
out of necessity
arch your shoulders, feel the gritty blood pumping still
something they can never cut
is your faith that things will get better before they
end.
Jul 30, 2011
Jul 30, 2011 at 1:28 PM UTC
when trillions catch up with them
and play-money isn't going to cut it
We don't want anything to change, but we want it fixed!
scream pleading millions who have never seen a silver platter,
let alone had one handed to them
elitists feast upon the stationary
what do you when
the Social Security checks stop rolling
and you can afford your life-saving medicine about as much as you afford your own private island
your eyes carry barrels of worry while the food bank keeps your head above the tsunami
but just barely
you stop sleeping, because what if a wave
comes
in
the
night and snatches it all away?
crying shame doesn't even begin to cover it
this is what you do: not out of want
out of necessity
arch your shoulders, feel the gritty blood pumping still
something they can never cut
is your faith that things will get better before they
end.
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