On You
When the government's a bad jokeWhen the joke's on you
A tax on everything we eat
Drink, smoke and chew
Especially what is not even
Healthy for you
Are locked into a system of false mirrors and lies about numbers
Piled high as the skies
It's not very funny
In a cage with a screw
When the government's only a ruling caste system joke
And you stay broke carrying the weight of the joke that's on you.
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2016-12-24 at 02:01
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