Broken tubes of mind control,
Cracking foundations that got to go,
Showing off their green,
Saying the same thing,
Wearing the same bling.
The universe is on repeat,
Always making it harder to compete.
Self assured destruction,
Trains crashing at a junction,
Lions eating the poor,
Putting spikes on their floor,
Breaking down their door,
Watching while you snore.
If you could just step outside yourself,
And see how silly it is even with wealth,
Then we wonder why
It is so serious under the sky,
Especially when we all die.
It’s time to enjoy your pie.
Fuck I need money!
Why do I need money?
Why is money important?
The dirty green paper,
That always leaves you later.
A system everyone participates in,
Even if it leaves them broken in the end.
But we look down on those that are broke,
We have no compassion for those we think are jokes,
We put space between friends,
That can’t manage their money in the end.
There is no need to hate there,
Not everyone has money like fleas.
There is a need to fix the money go round,
With a standard of living above ground.
Because if everyone can’t participate,
Then it won’t be fixed if you intimate,
Cause people to flounder.
If you start flaking out
It can cause people to go the rage rout.
But one step missed,
Can lead to a kiss,
Because you meet someone else,
You find a new way to help,
Your day gets mixed up,
A bump caused you to spill your cup.
If it is fortune indeed,
Then it can create a creed,
Of people walking around lost,
And constantly looking for lust.
Give a little of what you save to someone who needs it today.
Hoping that things are real when they seem fake.
Hoping for something to love community for our sake.
Can’t imagine why the writer lies and the reader dies.
Can’t imagine why the government dines while poverty doesn’t decline.
What is wrong with the creepy people,
Why do they need to complain?
What is wrong with the angry people,
Why are they mad every day?
If your hurting inside,
You at least need a guise,
Until you find a friend,
Who can help you mend,
The broken piece of your soul,
So you don’t become a troll.
P.S. there are groups out there for you so there is no excuse to act this way.
Why is it every day,
I go to work anyway,
No depression can stop me,
No ailment can deter me,
Is it because I am making the world better?
Or is it because I need to buy a new sweater?
Either way we need to seize the day where the world doesn’t suck.
Either way we need to be able to retire without luck.
The system is broken as you all know,
It’s just the rich with the poor in tow.
Get out there and make a change,
But not just a way to rearrange,
Everyone has to be able to stand,
Everyone even those from other lands.
Why aren’t we nice?
It is what we are doing wrong?
Why do we fight?
Can’t you see it was money all along?
Everyone needs to give and help,
Everyone needs to try and better themselves,
But not in capitalism,
But in the way they are giving,
Stop following the people who run this earth,
Stop follow your money to death,
We were not born to work,
We can rise above the murk.
When the they remember the past or be doomed to repeat it. That is a call to action to change it when you see it happening again.
Love fills the air like fluffy clouds made of cotton candy, the world then smiles as you receive the suns kiss. Cherish it while it is here and remember it fondly when it is gone.