Red dollars discarded their greeness eons ago
For one we do not trust
Imagine
What a trillion more options would mean
To our already disembalanced earth
The final tilt of a sardistic agenda? Well orchestrated for hypnotised masses
Under glaring silver screens
Busying ourselves with
Prison Break Series Seven
While seven hundred billion bailouts
Are breaking out to suffocate the thin thread of light
Left
Right
At this edge led into gallions (sic) not blindfolded
Nay but
Well seeing with no comprehension
Clueless
While T-Bag escapes with the moneybag
Which Scofield needs to reach Newfoundland
To turn sand into blood and black gold into green envy
(to cont.)
