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No Care For Thee

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Drowning voices plead for mercy.

Uncle Man shuns his elders,

telling them to stay home and die alone.

Deaf ears hear no evil

in the marble palaces

where the bold fill their golden chalices

with mortal toll,

bled dry by slashed cuts

while big cats on the hill

gloat, tote and smoke their fill

of ruble yen windfalls

and illicit euro pound mark contributions

from greased pawn palms

that line selected pockets with sable

of those who bathe in mortal greed…

no care for thee.

Such is the immoral hymn

being sung

and won

by all money men.

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