The Great Indenture

I stare in disbelief of all around me,
Generations of unknowing unwitting plebes,
Elderly babes in the ways of usage,
Passing the lineages of forgotten foundations past,
Where have all the farms gone?
Who has title to what?
Come borrowers come beggars come loan to income ratio makers
Are you played when you are paid?
Who fucked who lest be us not mutually laid,
Power manipulates with money that legislates,
And you get your piddle,
Drenched in the immaculate ejaculate,
And that is your bone to chew on,
And you are happy because you exist a little longer,
With interest due and taxes pending,
Encouragement offered incentives discounted,
And who wants to be part of all this maniacal lending,
As you slip deeper in debt,
As you work harder to get more,
As you get tax bracketed supreme,
As you lose your free time in someone else’s dream,
As giddy pants fill up with cream,
As you add to your approaching end same,
As it ever was same,
As it ever was same,
As it ever was.

I stare in disbelief of all before me,
Pulling back from the herd to rest face forward down,
To breathe in the dust and exhale into the earth,
While the smell of ancient must ricochets back into my face,
And all that is old is there,
All that was and ever will be stands constant,
And the herd heads forward into the great unknown,
While the herders fall silent into the dark,
And they wait because they can afford to be patient,
And the herd overreacts with fear and loathing,
And then with irrational exuberance,
And the herders wait to pilfer pockets and exasperate,
But the herd is the herd and I am not,
I am face down inhaling the earth,
I am feeling the grit between my teeth,
I am packing dust and sand into my nostrils,
I am licking where mammals have treaded
I am licking where insects have slithered,
I am I owe therefore,
I am I owe therefore,
I am I owe therefore,
I am.

I stare in disbelief of all behind me,
Texts riddled with lobs against the gods,
And nothing kept holy by those who were disemboweled,
As they went forth and fucked in the name of the bottom line,
Their brood inherited that master plan,
And nothing changed,
Their tech surpassed our tech and surpassed their tech,
And nothing changed,
More players added to the feast,
More mutton in the belly of the beast,
And nothing changed,
And I watch as all is perceived okay,
And this is our destiny,
And this is how we are great,
And I choke on my own vomit from the overindulgence of nothing,
Because that nothing changed,
Dry heaves and blown away leaves,
And greener grasses are being mowed by someone,
So now I step over destitute poop,
So I can walk barefoot in the park,
So what if the legions seep out through lesions,
So what if they stumble, ice picks in eyes now dark,
So what if they do if,
So what if they do if,
So what if they do if,
So what.