Let our 2015 preproduction caucus of the few selected, begin anew to cast beyond those we got elected, guaranteeing no first brother of the nation twice ensconced in 1600 will ever again be resurrected.
We are the fog of Foggy Bottom, the bonus protection from DOJ shareholder paid fines – the ones who keep you in the long blue lines, for our freedom to commit Wall Street crimes.
We few, we greedy few puppeteering the asses, from our shadowy passes, now call our New Year lows to order, to keep disorder among the masses.
With each prelaunch of annual potential, we sync our stopwatches, knowing we are the simmering pot the watchers neglect to watch — now to concoct a new low plot.
Tis the season for taking victory laps for vow of media silence in post Ferguson protest coverage, and the populace proudly imposing North Korea into umbrage.
While it may be patriotic to stand your ground for laughably bad acting, you’ve tipped the bottom line to the tune of the tiptop one percent, which is America sacking.
Under our thumb you will ever succumb, beyond year end reviews of goody two shoes all aplomb, it’s you who permit us to make America dumb.
Controlling non-news media trolling with conniving ads and talking heads, we keep the hordes focused on the Feds, while we in the wings prep the world stage, heaping financial reward on puppets playing the role of saving sage.
Still secure without need for bail, our stolen cache chiseled in too big to jail, we split the races violently, trusting rented Congress to behead your Social Security.
Matters not that you know, it’s our playing field and show in which both puppet and puppet master race for dough.
Whipping Middle Class to Right deluded, keeping mere millionaires delusional, we swarm for trickledown, shootings and patriotic funeral — denying any image of your own, save that which we, on The Street, condone.
Whether Fascism in Michigan Courts or 5-4 Citizens United ammunition, we few Dark Side shadows fuel Koch condescension.
We stroke the minions with holiday sales, puppy dog tails and whimsical gasoline prices, but it’s our money power that separates Blue & Red by Black & White, which Corporatism slices and dices.
Thanksgiving shoving aside, replacing peace on earth with manic shopping, ever wonder what you’d receive if instead of credit card deal flip flopping, you’d share the wisdom of knowing, it’s we at the top who determine direction you’re going?
Remotely granting instant gratification is our key, to keeping the roulette media ball spinning its cliché chorus in circles repeatedly.
We few direct your culling the brown and black tanned, limiting our exposure throughout the land, for without transparent light we can continue manufacturing your rage to solidify our might.
Troublesome though it is to see police giving gifts in Lowell and throughout the nation, we’ll erase the image with news cycle of police assassination, rendering Don’t Tread on Me and Multi-cultural celebration into mutual confrontation.
As conduit of misinformation and Middle Class elimination, in disproportion we imprison African-Americans but limit gerrymandering prosecution.
Ignoring laws designed to environment and equitable pay save, we bury poorer neighborhoods and minimum wage in early grave.
As long as banners of Blue Lives and Black Lives Matter wave in opposition, murder is murder regardless of color of shooter or victim, will never gain a We the People united position.
We oppose Pope, Santa and Herstory in White House press conference, and though “it was a mistake” was no presidential SONY dissonance, with a twist of public opinion we’ll blacklist all Progressive preference.
You see, on our balance sheets, lives matter only on some American streets.