Busted Cities

We sit and sleep,

never to reap,

fail we’ll shall,

if they are allowed to lead,

mossy streets,

busted cities,

they flop in cash so heap…

take count, and let them know…

This shits gotta go…

Role call on the hill with a baseball bat…

Wonder if the Pharma boys have a prescription for that…

There was change that’s for sure…

Just no good from where we were…

Our nose is in the wrong place day in and out…

The only republic that doesn’t listen to our screams and shouts…

The empire will fall…

In do time…

Bringing suffer to me and mine…

We are free so we claim…

Yet in it all…

Our intelligence has seemed to stall…

So for fortune and fame…

Shoved down our throats…

Our false sense of reality indeed to blame…

We cry, bitch,

and moan…

Yet no one wants to walk alone…

Step from the crowd…

And be seen…

Fear not the many scowl…

Die we shall…

And so will I…

But not in this place…

It’s all a lie….

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