Parasitic Idiots
Into the eve, leads demonstration
an angry mob seeking salvation
all the lost, surrender hate in
while the young still hope to make it
There you go, one so unnoticed
another voice that portrays its hopeless
as Wallstreet now, goes occupied
the hard and cold has no softer side
the big and dumb do as their told
when asking questions is the way of old
I must be schooled in the lost arts
back when the beginning was just the start
now its the ending, that grows more far
as the cancer spreads and the fire chars
What makes you feel entitled, brother?
tired of helping one another?
you wish to sit and collect a check
then bash the banker who worked for it
Occupy some sense, and fast
or you will be crossing the distance last
while I will be sitting, and collecting whats mine
well deserved I'm sure, in life-time
of never taking what I didn't earn
I see your stupid, refuse to learn
from the mistakes you make accepted
think of who your ignorance in haste affected
leave alone my friends, who found their niche
which may be on Wallstreet, but gold earned
paved it.
Copyright © Bj Fard | Year Posted 2011
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