The Composer
Treachery itself is vagabond
a corporate revenue, a stagnant want
that so directs man's future toward its plan
to implement confusion, narrowed band.
As breaking down arrangements contraband
a flowing over into alien land
control with false derangement, nor expand
a blocking off of nations, to take stand!
As funding from some futile broken hand
is plentiful while reserves empty panned
without a back-up measure, undermanned
and built up to dissension, bankrupt, canned!
So Empire, feeding selfish fake command
and that which ventured lightly, now is banned
while change of capital rating twitter span
monopolizing choice, by worthless scams!
Now, play the note I've written, if you can,
the sound is flat, misgiven . . . bing-bang-bam!
Copyright © Paula Larson | Year Posted 2016
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