Rough Draft Craft

We’ll laugh, heartily

As they beg for forgiveness

At the chapped hands of the ones they oppressed.

The generations of sheep

That their Wolf in Wall Street suits

Lured into the Infested digestive tract of

their beast that eats us whole- 3 square meals right on schedule.

So we’ll laugh when we’re at their door

And they can feel their flesh for the first time

As they realize their mountains of money

Provide No insulation

Don’t worry buddy

We’ll bury you on the moon with as many big bills as you want

We don’t need them- they’ll die with you

As we love on and move on

We’ll not only laugh but we’ll forget you

That’s the cost of flying while forcing the rest of us

To crawl