Buddy, can you spare a dime?
Can you break a dollar?
Can you make change?
No. Yes. And I don’t know.
Once, I believed it might be possible.
But those scheming snake-oil salesmen sold us
They convinced us to purchase our own slave-chains
The only thing that “trickled down” to us
Was their whispered, decades’-long laughter,
All the way to the God-forsaken, rube-taken
The American Dream hasn’t always been an illusion,
found a way
to make it one…permanently.
Will any amount of shouting, shoving or even shooting,
ever be able to put US back together again?
There is no sanity, because the inmates OWN the asylum.
Bought on the bloody, broken backs of the ninety-nine percent,
The “Trust Fund” is long spent and squandered, then.
The nefarious, nebulous “They”…
They broke the Dollar.
But there was no
~ C.L.R. © 2011 ~
((P.S. How about some pictures to show you exactly what Plutocracy looks like? If you’re not extremely angry about this, then you haven’t been informed or haven’t been paying attention.))