Corporate Greed With a Vain Societal Infiltration System

greed in your teeth the flick of a cigarette getting everything you want at the supermarket store she's on time again and then we pause to think can't even wink to dismiss this earthly bliss when there's a dozen of pots in our sink Trump takes a dump on society yet we hide from thee thought you like to know down by the river side we run away and hide apples and oranges the refrigerator is stocked up had too much to drink sitting in the club listening to fools breaking all the rules your the tool of the government and industry to I open the door to an empty room that I forgot to go blood soaked zombies with viscous fangs that bite dripping blood off the side we hit the needle and the damage is done falling head long in a pool of mire filled with disgust and mire such as a funeral parlor taking a gun for hire quench our thirst for a little more I'll retire when i'm sixty four corporate greed with hookers on the mile high air no one seems to care nor shed a single tear we all bought into the lie that says, "I am what I do". having bitten off far more then we could ever chew society is blinded by a source unseen nothing clean in its twisted evil scheme yet still dig deeper then ever before lest I implore another opened door not since the seventies with Studio 64 have we ever seen a scene toward a new swing falling head long into a break wall to a know it all president who is suckered into residence these are desolate times yet we have settled for ill but faded rhymes no one opens the door for their neighbor they expect preferential treatment businessman drink my wine come and smoke my herb but we can hold them on the line the place is out of this world they will steal from your neighbor to please theor fat cat with blue hats working today can give anyone an instant heart attack