Trading commodities
on the dance floor
of a neon viper pit
Watch out for venom
in the dirty derivatives
being exchanged
for stock market satiation
of a compulsive greed
the more they get
the more they need
Gone mad with lust
for the next fix
at the last serf’s expense
Paper fiat fallout
written in blood
and chiseled
in the creases of time
Watch out for the vultures
who will rip you apart
at the roots
of your soul
and spit in your face
with thirty licks
of rusty hollow point silver
burnt from spent chambers
basking in the comfort
of trigger finger sin
donning a badge of Kevlar
sporting black boots
wearing thin
every possible route
toward peace
Come the enforcers
come the fascists
come the digital currency
come the one world global kiss
come the Mark of the Beast
come the horsemen of famine
come herald the genetic plague
come whisper the Apocalypse
Money, Money, Money, Money…
Money
