I never knew what larceny breeds, I never learnt to give it any heeds, It is Sheik Alís amber that just needs I am nobody it all His deeds. My teacher painted a painting few could see But those who did flared with glee The painting such that it looked like glass Those who had eyes would see through the moss.
Medicine would bar Her inside where She could die unto me While her bra that was too loose Only craft her final wish of me That our writ merely circle of platitude While shame deplorably bout sin And our rampant leader ran amuck.
While he isn't grandiose thinking Only to solve problems Heretofore unrecognizable Please don her leader Today whom is not yet there A bill always trump card.
Ordnance of the wealthy, corrupt Sculpting the public image. Garnishing with admiration, cloaking gall. Mass ****** and grand larceny Have to, in some way, come clean in the books.
Money is fabricated out of thin air. Know that you don’t know anything. When debt is created, pockets are lined This is the white way in a dark world. When the receipts are missing, the cash is stashed. Black must then become white for the sake of tax.
All of this ultimately boils down to charity. Deplorable or reliable, evil or honest Easiest way to wash the attic and eyes of the tax officers. Feigning effigies and respect in the face of media As they donate to those they’ve stolen from with a hearty smile. Neither will recognize, but be eternally grateful the other exists. Just another excuse to wake up in the morning and not feel awful.