I measure out my days in witticisms that fall
As freely and pointlessly as leaves in autumn,
My few amongst the countless that fall anonymously
Along streets, in parks, in gardens
Filling gutters, blocking drains, making homes
For hedgehogs, rats and beetles.
Things we kill with cars, poisons and heels.
Do i bet on god, or bet on myself
If i would get off the ground floor
Or higher than a tick
Barking stranger at a ticket
Charity for suckers
Poppin pills cashing checks
stacked against me
cards for life
death to humanity
finding things breif flings
Forty ouce vodka
drown my soul
hit the gas
Burn out so fast
My wallets gone too fat
Fat cats get carded
My windsheild is open
Who did it
Feel my pain,
etched into time,
I am not the one
to keep others in line,
but sometimes I would
just love to be heard.
I am no one, that's clear,
so no one takes my word.
Put me in a ditch, make
you are the only ones who
One things for sure-on a cold day
in hell, I'd never give you the time
of day, but I'm no one, so oh well.
I've been at this for years, and I still can't keep up with you!
You always win at everything I'm best at, so I guess this is the truth,
There is no way to master anything unless you "break bones" at
Everything you do. In this world, it's either "kill or be killed,"
At least in the competitive world. Well, I'm sure that they've
Displayed maturity at every turn making things this way.
The only way to win is to give up at everyone's stupid immature
People want to
Have Faith in the System,
But what does
"Having Faith in the System"
Having Faith in the Power of Money?
Guess what, Folks?
With distorted priorities
And a false sense of values,
Your money can KILL you!
Deregulate the Toxic Polluters,
And what do you get?
Someone who will never be able to understand
The meaning of this poem.
Of the Power of Money.