I’m your mother, not your whore You think you own the world You’re only a tenant Paying rent with fake loans
When you dry seas to deserts Firebomb forests Turn icebergs to ice cubes Make Great Lakes of pig waste You deserve eviction now
Still burning old plants that melt the sky Just to heat a coffee Killing animals faster than the asteroids Claiming it’s the will of god Whose god is that?
All the spirits of earth and land know It’s Repo Time You’re repossessed
Rent some place in hell Till you find another planet
Today I bought some emotions Joy dived to a sharp discount Terror declined Resentment’s index fell slightly but Outrage rose and Pain soared – up 42% + Libor I might have bid higher for sorrow No chance Oversubscribed
I’m a patient merchant Shortly there’ll be new product Fury always stays in style
Like Dracula, kill me and I’m reborn Into twice-treasured unliving forms An accounting trick A flic of a Bic I’m a cold piece of imagination Time’s numerical infatuation I’ll make you a deal Steal your last meal Become your girlfriend, your father, your god
Call me stash, cash, bread, dope I’m your next and last hope I’ve as many names as there are places Cold metal dredged from deadly spaces Melted and minted into graces and faces Or pixels if you like, soon vanishing from your screen I prefer cowries, that iridescent sheen
Why so loved? Because I’m power, destiny, fate All you love and much you hate I fill your heart with devilish fire Fuel your guts with green-stained ire Every road can lead to me Even streets built upon the sea I can break you in a second Piss and turn dry valleys fecund I’ll pull the stone lid down on your eyes Make you scratch to see the skies
What will you do for me? Kiss, mate, murder, inflate? Shoot me down an electric wire I start wars, lease souls for hire Strange that you do love me so Yet true love’s tries to let me go
You live for me, not I for you Nor pope, potentate, genius or Jew For each organ I mark what rent’s due You’re only of worth if I choose you
Beauty and love answer to me Why not truth? So young and eager to please Easy to twist with less than a wheeze
This personal story, my candid reveal Does it fill you with gladness, is that what you feel? How high will you bid for me? More than the seas or all that you see?
My value outlasts history Blow your world up I’ll price the remains Waiting at time’s door
Money gives off that spicy smell of Greenbacks greasing wheels Kilos of jewels, cars or gold bars Money measures beauty And success Did you win?
I no longer desire baseball-sized diamonds Just electric cars that self-drive to Iceland Rocket planes to vacation castles where I’ll come and go flipping Michelangelos
Art is beauty, beauty is money Picassos push off my power wall Soon not as valuable as My invisible paintings
Old, I lust for Server farms harvesting crypto Too rich to ever pay taxes
Let governments own the means of production I’ll buy the governments They’ll mint me every possible value
Only then will I have enough to Start my reborn life
Always wanted to be a sociopath Even before knew what it was Breaking rules is what I like and Boys just want to have fun
As a kid I read a lot Crime, true crime, successful crime Seemed to me the best crooks Never go to jail Became heroes or just really rich I learned from Roy Cohn and the Madoff Stalin, not as much
I figured construction should work Everybody needs a place to live Time-shares taught me how to sell Providing what people want and can’t have Making money means finance and fees Some deals were steals Profits each minute you breathe
Took my cash to start rehab Bought fall-down houses that’d still fall down But only after I got paid Paying inspectors came cheap Bankers meant more schmooze
To get the land to build new You needed to meet the pols My kind of folk – when you see what you want Take it Buy junk scrub, give wetlands to the state Win tax-writeoffs and friends
Homeowners who sued met a phantom Once the house’s built, corporation dissolves One guy pulled a gun, I sent a goon Still tell that story at the Christmas tree
Developers trade buildings Never pay tax Wealth that build like tsunamis
Now I got it all Pretty girls, guns, boats I could buy a jet but where to go? I’m set to run for Congress Why pay a pol when you can play one?
What I’ve learned best is cheating is legal I’d like to teach you how I feel a need to give back to society You’ve done so much for me
Who knew evil was so much fun? You set the price Others pay My fingers burn squeezing Every last short hair
I made lying so popular Everybody does it And they love it! If what’s supposed to happen Doesn’t happen Blame someone else Call honest critics enemies They lose before you begin
I ran a school on how to cheat Cheated the students And they loved it! People drink my dream of money Guzzle till they’re drunk
Disgust sells much better than respect When I was a kid I made fun of people People who were smarter, faster They just slinked away I was the smart one
When I insult you (a privilege) Everyone else likes me more Who cares what’s true?
Now I’m bigger than the pyramids I’m stunned by the lights, win all my fights Your catastrophes become my victories I’ve got the biggest ratings ever Bigger than the devil
Could you make the introduction? I’ll give you boys from hell a really good deal You’ll love it!
Stacking memories of rage like cordwood You scream inside, weep outside Everybody sees but nobody listens
Stepping over broken glass (You made it, it’s useful) Hope and flags fly off into space You’re waiting for the day When heaven stops waiting Rides down to claim all of the earth
Who cares what happens after You’re ready to die now
The best shows star the worst people What better end to a sad life Then to end with great drama on live TV? Not virtuous reality but riotous reality
Will the serial killer simper? The bereaved widower sneer or collapse? Can the wife book the program’s proceeds, or Will a firing squad fire the director? If the confession comes, must a pardon follow?
See – the crime re-enacted Spy – on the vengeful jury Suss out – the technicians’ anguish as the needle bared Watch – the eyes roll up and the ears smoke Spot – families vanquished and triumphant Glimpse – judges hugging prosecutors Grasp – the last seconds of one who lived too long
Then take in the feast of syringes and silence The grim science of mortal vengeance
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