Money Brains The problem is, Socrates said, its empire baby, And this train ain't stopping until she derails! Money, is doing all of the driving, While, everybody else is ducking! Nobody is fucking steering!! Gold brick on the gas pedal, Chained to the damned wheel!! Shotgun, pointed first at the driver! The seat belts, all resemble shackles! Yet, everyone fights over the best seats! Making good candidates impossible to find, And the available drivers often more reckless, While, the banks line up in a cue on the beltway, As reality TV becomes indistinguishable from life. Everyone voting for whoever advertises the most, The voters distrusting anyone they've elected. Academics are doing most of the talking, But, according to their own findings, Almost, nobody is ever listening! One in five Americans, still insist, The sun revolves around the earth, Over half, debate words like children! Money brains are a complete oxymoron! That's, somehow, simultaneously redundant! The redundant oxymoron of money on the brain! Where every sad clown in this pathetic lowbrow town, Always gets paid, according to just how big their fat ass is!
Another great "root logic" poem I've been looking for a long time. One little kid I spoke to could not stop laughing when I said, "When money does all the driving, nobody is steering". That's the kind of critics I like.
