THE FEAST OF IMMORTALS
The banquet begins.
The first serving
On the menu is the
Poor the taste of their
Devastation & suffering
Exquisite
An appetizer
Baked by the scumlords
The landlords who keep
Raising their rents forcing
The hardworking & the once
Middle class to their knees
Delicious
The profit
The disease &
The dance of joy
And of knowing that
They are never going to
Be a threat
Beaten down by
Smiling billionaires
With all their own jets
It tastes like apathy
Like greed
Keeping them all in their place
While the waiters
The controllers of
Wall Street & banks
Prepare the second course
Healthcare &
Pharmaceutical companies
Profiting off the sick the
Disabled & the elderly
Who can’t afford it
But hey?
Who gives a shit?
Who gives a fuck about them?
Who cares?
We’re just doing great
Supplying more corpses
To the funeral directors
Graveyards and cremation
Ovens
You should try it
One billionaire says
It smells just like more money
Magnifique !
And then, finally the
Greatest main course
The Entrée
Ground from the bodies
Of all the young dead soldiers
Who they brainwashed
With political banter & heroic
Tales inconsequential for
Their checkbooks & investments
In weapons, land and oil
Made with the finest deceptions
By the purchased politicians
Of a capitalist state
Who BrownNose
Them during bathroom
Breaks but aren’t allowed
To sit at their tables
( It’s beneath them to mingle with)
And for dessert?
The most tasty thing
Hatred from the powerless masses
Who they mock and laugh at
Calling them ” lazy”
While they offer them more
Credit cards and mortgages
They can’t pay
How disgusting !
The one billionaire states
Throw them all in jail
So they can’t keep
Reciting the truth
Plllllleeeeaaaaassseeee
I hope that you all enjoyed
Your portion of democracy
Now government
If you please wipe our
Asses & go fetch our
Limousines
Here’s a few million
As a tip
And btw?
The wine tasted like
Illuminati
~ R.M. Engelhardt
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