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New Moneychangers

And they come to Jerusalem: and Jesus went into the temple, and began to cast out them that sold and bought in the temple, and overthrew the tables of the moneychangers, and the seats of them that sold doves; And would not suffer that any man should carry any vessel through the temple. And he taught, saying unto them, Is it not written, My house shall be called of all nations the house of prayer? but ye have made it a den of thieves. — Mark 11:15-17 Thieves sitting in the temple, bookie counting their stolen treasure Parlay pirates got patchy-eye greed, having no moral discretion Paint the blinds green, shutter minds love the sound of the coin clink Aperture hearts covetously blink, as their filthy palms dig in your pockets deep Then they rub a little lip balm onto your taxidermy grief These new moneychangers always speak dead air to citizens’ pain The commonwealth re-arrangers spin the vocal chords, and cuff lustful souls to the gold chains Politricking thieves standing at the pulpit of the public forum Waving flags, demanding bows on the knees Such a patriotic drag, when you feel their pocket squeeze Taxidermy lies keep their maggot cries hemmed into consumeristic minds As the times be ever changing, modernity carries an abominable rebel cost too mint heavy to confederate bind Caught in a dire medieval crosshair; pay the new pleasure tax, this makes Caesar’s czar rule a penny ruble more painful to bear As his vice buddy ol’ Pharaoh steals from you piss blind Those new, evil fruit moneychangers be of the most rotten kind

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