we want your pennies, your nickels, your dimes…
we want you in quarters like slaves in a baobab tree.
the trick is we’ll get you to pay for it…

henry kissinger does backstrokes in rice pools
while we turn the world into columbine high school
the navy sits down, starts playing the haarp
lightning strikes twice then a typhoon…

no rice for you, go fill up his pool- he peed in it…
who wants freedom, knows its in reach
but the powers that be function strung out on evilness

sinister, steer symbols so sly
where they manifest power
it looks like a shell sign

it looks like a landslide victory for those who seek more
but for power, control and a mental disease, we bleed more
…I need more…

I lept off of the battlefield when I felt my gravity go
…eye level with missles that rip through the missletoe
nobody’s kissing anyway, missing the bigger picture
playing behind tom hanks, thanking abe lincoln for everything…

“thanks, mister!”

people start popping their money blisters
get caught up and taken away with the currency…

swept into a sea of debt
free tibet
we all leave with a check
a third less
to fund wars of neglectfulness
what the white house needs is an exorcist…

barcoded with barium
barium white soul song.