all rebellion is corporate owned

a man shaped like a butterball not satisfied until our lives becomes the gutterball rolling in the ditch digging out the trenches sitting on the bench watching the players score he is a tin man with no heart hate has rusted him into place standing firm on his trickle down policies hoping you like licking up crumbs from his profits like they were lollies trying to tell you he feels persecuted by social welfare and the destitute the exploited masses of overworkers who never sleep and live to feed their young something other than reconstituted bread and lead water red water, red water flow from the eyes of those who look at me and survive i am only justice sweet and swift a wish for the proletariat and women they label witch vengeance for the unseen and the unheard a black mass of retribution come down the pipe dreams of the abused and misused a dark winged warrior from nether regions appearing to take on the conglomerate legion responsible for a commercialized coup of democracy and truth so i dare you to finish that tomato soup made in concentration camps and prisons seasoned with slavery and a dash of genocide if you were to take a look inside would you find an advertisement for shoes a catchphrase from the latest sit-com or some mental redundancy from impartial news are you a tin man with no empathy or a strawman with no brain are you a coward afraid of being detained when you discover all your rebellion is corporate owned which factory do you close first when the sweatshops run out of electricity and the sewing machines die on the desks of children with small hands will you have an alternative plan no one wants to see you walking around stark naked