Sometimes Money Ain't Funny
This is a piece about a man who works for a cigarette corporation. Enjoy.
Money Ain't Funny
I’m existential with my potential for an optimal need
Consequently debating the fading of incredible greed
Repetitive sedatives, derivatives of competitive speed
Levitate the euphoria with an aura of needs we feed…
The seed is planted in the flattened campus of youth
Salute the truth bearing roots of our imperative proof
Comparative parents caring with embarrassing views
Smoking is choking, revoking but provoking life, to lose.
Blues aren’t fiction; they’re an affliction with jurisdiction
Of death ridden burdens, concernin’ the basis of life.
The question’s impression is a depressin’ lesson, here’s why
Life is golden and molded, upholded but folded by lies
Posin’ the query, “will it steer me to drive another to die?”
Cigarettes are sediments that compliment my bloody heart
Marking the monument as a condiment; the end of a start
I conjure the fonder; a charmer with a shot in the dark
to embrace the taste of fate at the end of a poison-tip dart.
Surroundings enclosed and proposed, marry Death for cash
Implode the whole show, divorce and take half the lives he has
Endorse the propaganda as a clown’s severed hand and dash
Laugh with ananastasia and collapse ‘cause I’m not a man.
All apologies follow me directly inspecting the scene
Of the toxicology histology impetrating the motive to be
free of the shackles, perpetrating me from obtaining the green
Restraining my vocation, impatience is faceless and tasteless
Like cancerous membranous……… until it’s mixed with me.
The smoke thickens with the wicked visions of hope
But the conditions don’t boast enough prisons to hold
the millions who won’t, yet advocate for these smokes
Seized the opportunity for riches – and it left me broke.
Soulstice - Musick
Camarac - Project Rhyme - Round One
