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the money spent…

the money is spending, the money is spent
left indebted to the overwhelming
fetish of bills and rent, to die for the dream
suffering has never looked so up-to-date
nor seemed so beatific yet so underrated
a martyr quality dead on arrival
trading in the ideal for the ream of survival
a god made out of money
based on the deal of the century
pulling the wool over all eyes to the view
of power being manifested in money
a quantified tool for the wealthy
how do you make others do as you wish?
shine the currency of your favorite
country or society in dire straits
if you are one of those observed to have
more than others and flash it around
gratuitously only to be robbed
by a system that makes money
this potent a method of destruction
all dreams can wait for the gift
while the curse of the wealth
is in full swing releasing the destitute
into the streets where the wealthy
fear to tread because they know
they are too loaded to be anywhere
that doesn’t involve money somehow
to make people move as though herded
by the televised purge as population
control programming new surges
of humans to be used in this state
on the art of prison enslaving at work
encaging its citizens in order to be
the next moon in orbit hanging around
to fuel the commercial economy further
in the world of Adams, my shit don’t split
it only reeks of weak divine radiation
as waves and beams ever expanding
into the drifting dunes of sand
made from matters of time and space
where consciousness is lurking
like a buzzard stalking the vultures
to pray for some carrion in its future
like a seed from the clouds in rain
the harvest will come late in the day
when all other moments are purged
by the flooding firmament at our feet
all the mud at the bottom making future
leaps of faith in the lake underwater
how do you make others do as you wish?
make them betray their internal gauges
follow artful rhetoric encircling the naive
binding them all together, sew the words
can manipulate those many minds
completely unaware that change
has to start with ones’ own decision
becoming the end to this oblivion