Shifting sands shift shiftlessly in the night. As appropriations appropriately appropriated barely change the budget gripe. Water wading waddled waste choking with fish that fight. Puddled poverty pedestrians climbing on top of each other in a low income housing shite.
Each day we loose rights,
Each day they penny pinch with their might.
To force our hands
Complain about the borders of our lands
The pork belly stuffing masticating it’s dollars and sense. With a top hat and monocle and a trench coat made of your rent. Telling tale tales about that time when they lost one cent. Laughing as they continue to pollute the Marianas trench.
Will any millionaire ever hear this? No
Will it make a difference if they do? No
But does it still need to be said? Yes
Now get up and fight for equity instead! Yes