**written under the influence of a temperature of pneumonia **
Wanting, lusting and selling the soul
Gave up the title “We The People “ for desiring more
Rubbing the hands in wants of delectable grub
Gave up the family and selected not to be poor
Bought a home from the bank
Chose a credit card with ribbons of gold
Then got three more ~ so ever bold
Smiling in the beginning, was feeling proud
Shook hands like a Rothschild thinking about
Nothing, but what to buy, after church
Had a family before all the dirt
Began to swallow us up without a word
Teardrops unceasingly tormented our souls
Divorced in spring and married another
Divorced again for the stranglers in currents
Still waiting on the lottery to free us from Satan
Smiling, left ~ yet adorned another
He looked like me when I was a kindred
If only he’d listen and not be hindered
By the dragon that lives up in the mansion
And has private pilots for any consumption
As he whips the human slaves without a pardon
He produces commercials of beautiful women
And having more because of credit
Not forgetting to thank him, because of his pleasures
Wanting more, as if we’re monkeys
Yet he laughs because we’re forsaken
No god to save us as that’s his legend
He sold us, The Bill of Rights
Told us we’re the children of the light
I pray to the god of humankind
Please forgive us and take us from the demons
We believed them and now we’ve come upstreaming
Dead are his promises to a good man
Will politicians stop it!
We’re sick of the scheming
BoJenn 2018