Phoney Money

With a wallet full of plastic ... credit cards to shape my social classification phone cards so I can stay informed a debit card that always goes in debt a card declaring my citizenship and identification a card insuring me good health, long life and liberty gift cards that help curb my defamation The more I owe, the more I glow dimly All caught up in attaining the American Dream Yet pale and lustered from self-affirmation That it’s okay to be lost and confused That it's okay to be me, not alone in Paying homage to a false god that sucks Souls and drains my pocketbook into the red With lots and lots of stuff I can’t take with me when I’m dead There was, once upon a time When “In God We Trust” was the norm Card sharking, once illegal, considered a scam Something only criminal minds or the mob would dare Is now commonplace and no one seems to care That it’s all consuming, eating us alive Of all what is left of any dignity At an alarming high percentage rate With fake news and empty promissory notes And the only cost is to conform To having counterfeit consciousness As conscientious as confetti I’m flabbergasted and plasticized.