ex-accumulate...

imagine the intensity,
an application to become independently poor,
anti-abundance dripping out of every orifice
and around somebody's corner lurks a punishment
because the hierarchical links got scrambled
and the chain of command lost its validity

who's gonna pay for this?

class struggle of and by ascension into dissension
where nothing is everything
and the recess bell tolls for thee
and the playground monitors are trying to hide the balls
but it doesn't matter,
we don't need no steenking balls

who gets to go first,
class clowns and homecoming queens,
perma-pressed media darlings
limo'd to and fro
with no where to go
but back from whence they came

indigent freedom from shackles clasped
around a choked want need redundancy
and the nose knows no other ring
and the cheek can't feel the hook set,
until you are ready to step in you can't step out...
fish off muddafisher

I read the bait today oh boy,
chummin' for dollars,
status,
and quid pro quo
until the lost leaders never get found
and someone left the fake out in the rain

there in court I sat
awaiting hand-me-down verdicts
from people obsessed in finding faults,
fissures and gaps in the growth curve
like I put them there
and all I wanted to do was to go with the flow