Read my lips: brand new taxes
Starving all the billionaires and neutering their visa Max’s
Topple congress off their axis
Mobilize the homeless, give em axes, call it praxis.
Chop a couple limbs off the legislative branches
We’ll show you the difference between air as a human right and guaranteed oxygen access.
Octogenarians who barely know what day it is are culling countless citizens while sitting on a dais made of ignorance, built on the graves of the slaves made to labor for its self-declared significance
All to build a congress full of millionaires who make their fortunes insider trading while they shit on all the indigent
I got a bone to pick with our leaders, and I’ll start with the ligaments
Pick right through the muscle, dig the marrow out and serve it to the unhoused millions who are living in their minivans or watching their belongings get evicted from their tenement
I have a dream where we breach the walls of congress, and just let em in
And what happens next will survive in only text, cause there won’t be any evidence
There will only be the heavy kind of feeling that pervades a space where there has been a reckoning and you can feel it’s remnants
Let any man who enters seeking power know that those who came before him suffocated on their eminence
There once was a seal on the wall, but we quartered it and scattered all the pieces that it might prevent it’s semblance
So we end the great experiment.
We’ll take all your billions, leave you two coins for the ferryman
Drifting on a Dutchman floating derelict among the wretched seraphim
Holy is the hand that wiped the land clean of those who pose as gentlemen
That’s my time, honey, cue the thunderclap and strike the theremin
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