This world where
ACQUISITION is FRUITION
The world of
ACCUMULATION NATION
So skewed and screwed
Commerce corroded
Peopled with crude
Where mountains eroded
Where forests fall
Where monuments rise
I stand, appalled,
with watering eyes

Smoke and Trash
Fill our veins
Taint our bloodlines
Endlessly,
Sightlessly,
Impaired and mindless
but
Where is the
PROFIT
in Saving?

Enter the Parents,
Ruin and Lucre,
Hand in Hand
They burden the Sons
Permeate, Proliferate, Saturate
And murder the Sons
Mourning comes
At sunrise
Bury the Sons
Make new ones
Move on
And Forget

Smoke and Trash
Fill our brains
Taint our morals
Bleeding profusely
Paving the land
Enslaving the land
Bend and Twist and Torque and Chew
This
Cancerous
Detritus
Broken and Uncaring
There is no
PROFIT
in Saving

Piled high in our cities
Festering in our homes
Passed on to our children
Rotting deep in our blood
Piles become our cities
Infections turn to homes
Our children turn to trash
The blood becomes the rot
Humanity and VANITY
The BEAUTY of toxicity

In Plastic and In Concrete
For future generations
We record our Defeat

Smoke and Trash
Scent our clothes
Taint our everything
Numinous and
Luminous
Lights flipped on
Lives flipped off

Working and earning and
Buying and taking and
Eating and choking and
Sleeping and rotting and
Crawling through life
Instead of Walking

A permanent deterrent
The Deficiency
of Currency
Hindered and Crazed
Barely alive
Taxed and RELAXED.

Veins become gutters,
Our blood becomes
Sewage
We are an all-time population high
Of the remnants of humanity
and I dare not cry
and drown

Leaving our legacy
Love us, buy from us
Inheriting landfills and medication
Concrete and Plastic

Smoke and Trash