Capital War
Ringing frantically behind a cold blank face
financial backing soaring straight out some place.
Stuttering jibberish lingo to the wrong contender
and not of sport, or of gamble, but the one lender
of the transaction estate.
Testament to capital and gender of this sacred shed
of intuition and war games and meals of stale bread.
Translucent memoirs of the winning reprise
of havoc gone tender and morality’s demise.
Bag full of candy with Washington’s name
Cold blood and sweat feel just the same.
Invidious conspiracies of taxes and pains
defying trust that settles through these chains
of unwanted claims
Bewildered in confusion, only twice allowed
Circumstance and Capital’s frown follows
Free at last, break free of these chains...
eliminating social security, passwords and names
One more time to indulge, last juice and egg
Sitting still, money hungry, need to beg
Suitcase falling forward, papers abound
onto the sky were pigeons surround.
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