Wall Street
By Laura D
August 26, 2016
Give me the strength to carry through
The times you knew the audience was out of view
When you're alone and crying out to nothing
No one can hear the ugly side of forgotten diamond rings
I won't stick to a rhythm that anybody knows
It's just for me to breathe a little bit of brand new lows
I look away in pity at the long-faced souls aboard
The train has left but no one found a smile they could afford
The buildings soar around me in a melody of shadows
Forget the birds that fly above; they found a peace we cannot know
Insatiable, the way the ground exhales under the masses weight
We feed machines of our design, the ones that seem to feed the hate
I drink the Venti corporate poison cause we all seem to pay the price
We act real nice in spite of our vices that we lay on ice
Preserve the form; reduce the swelling; fit within our prison dwellings
Hypocracy is what I'm selling; deep within stories I'm telling
Copyright © Laura Dee | Year Posted 2016
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