it’s an art form staying rich
fight the power or just barter
cyclo donations here press
my trigger shoot me please
i need it (& god knows i’m
paying) instead of listening
bicker amongst yourselves
hotel room fights the locals
wouldn’t care to see (viewing
you & me as piggy banks) we’re
levees against the future’s
misfortunes shop-width taxes
credit cards maxed to a hilt
our psycho swords a single
word say yes (or no) it doesn’t
matter now to say you don’t
want to feel guilty sign here
(then leave) oh & stay stupid
while you’re at it there’ll be
time to think on a plane trip
back home & all your regrets
are simply ashes made of fake
money (for your funeral) the
phoenix is symbolic really if
you still don’t get it try non-
touristique treks instead (in
your own country) shaking your
fist at the mirror (small man)
give up trying to change this
world unless you intend to fight
for the privilege (it’s dead)
