Power

My last supper was years ago

Hunger and I go way back

We like watching things burn

And then making dark magic

It’s tragic, really I know

We still see cocaine

Where you see snow

And sometimes

When the dark closes in at night

We still think to ourselves

How much longer can this war,

This war, this dreadful war

Still go on without end

Without hashtag or trend

Before we realize it’s class

And landowning elites

And the company perks

Who still count our defeats

As a nation of states

When there’s so much more human

We have on our plates

Grabbin’ guns

Shootin’ kids

Perpetuating the races

We run to feel free

From the gods who erase us

With fury and fire

With wrathful sin scorn

Unto those who equate us

Drop bomb gender norms

Like it’s somehow ok

To treat others as lesser

When anything you can do I can do better

My nevermore letter is gone like the weather

And hers is much wetter when we are together

Enduring the cold like two Soviet wolverines

I am the West and the East still just wants to be me

In the lurches of subways

In alleys I’m lurking

In deserts I’m drilling

My evil plan working

And spreading like viruses

Spending and spending and spending

My envy

To no more to gain

Another man’s trash

Is the throne that I claim

And I treasure existence

And covet the stars in the sky

With oblivion

Passions of panic and all I desire

Is Amazon beauty to add to the fire

To dare speak my name

Costs and arm and a leg

And a chemical conscience

To think like my puppets

You’d first lose your mind

Than your shoes and your wallet

Your nickel and dime

And the scene of your crime

Would be questioned

And pondered through all the non-linear

Moments in time

And now as you still read

What possession really means

You come to see my value

Only measured

In your greed