One Percent

One Percent

 

It’s a sad day in Mudville,

the early bird has caught the worm.

A coalition of neck ties strangle

a regime of white collars.

Loafers eagerly seek pennies while

marching on a street made of walls.

You can still hear the echo of the starting gun

as a pig shaped nimbus slowly eats away at

the blue sky.

The American dream.

The few, the proud, the ones immune to the insatiable greed.

Ostracized by jargon of the democratic republic.

Free souls labeled hippies.

Those that would prefer to live among the trees.

Whom value the right of future generations to have fresh air to breath.

The credo:

Lifestyle is freedom.

Corporations who needs ’em.

© 2016 Jfreshly Modern Linguistics all rights reserved.

 

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3 thoughts on “One Percent

    • I’m not sure what those wives are up to but what I do know is there is a man name Casey with a bat waiting to prove himself at the plate. Mrs. Copper Cranes you’re looking as lovely as ever behind those shades! Thanks for stopping by you’re always welcome here at Modern Linguistics: Song Blog!

      • Had Casey had the right type of wife, he might not have stuck out. Thank you and your welcome, it’s always wonderful to be entertained by Modern Linguistics: Song Blog!

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