THE FEAST OF IMMORTALS

THE FEAST OF IMMORTALS

The banquet begins.

The first serving
On the menu is the
Poor the taste of their
Devastation & suffering

Exquisite

An appetizer
Baked by the scumlords
The landlords who keep
Raising their rents forcing
The hardworking & the once
Middle class to their knees

Delicious

The profit
The disease &
The dance of joy
And of knowing that
They are never going to
Be a threat

Beaten down by
Smiling billionaires
With all their own jets

It tastes like apathy
Like greed

Keeping them all in their place

While the waiters
The controllers of
Wall Street & banks
Prepare the second course

Healthcare &
Pharmaceutical companies

Profiting off the sick the
Disabled & the elderly
Who can’t afford it

But hey?

Who gives a shit?
Who gives a fuck about them?
Who cares?

We’re just doing great
Supplying more corpses
To the funeral directors
Graveyards and cremation
Ovens

You should try it
One billionaire says

It smells just like more money

Magnifique !

And then, finally the
Greatest main course
The Entrée

Ground from the bodies
Of all the young dead soldiers
Who they brainwashed
With political banter & heroic
Tales inconsequential for
Their checkbooks & investments
In weapons, land and oil
Made with the finest deceptions
By the purchased politicians
Of a capitalist state

Who BrownNose
Them during bathroom
Breaks but aren’t allowed
To sit at their tables

( It’s beneath them to mingle with)

And for dessert?

The most tasty thing

Hatred from the powerless masses
Who they mock and laugh at
Calling them ” lazy”
While they offer them more
Credit cards and mortgages
They can’t pay

How disgusting !

The one billionaire states

Throw them all in jail
So they can’t keep
Reciting the truth

Plllllleeeeaaaaassseeee

I hope that you all enjoyed
Your portion of democracy

Now government
If you please wipe our
Asses & go fetch our
Limousines

Here’s a few million
As a tip

And btw?

The wine tasted like
Illuminati

~ R.M. Engelhardt
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