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
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2018
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