May 18, 2010

Wealth.

You know that stuff that dress some and starve the rest? Clothe his desire, enhance her breasts? Shape my story but take my breath? Green stuff. that breeds greedy to necessity, personality to annuity, impulse to impurity? That stuff.

Wealth.

It's a "welcome home! From Egypt or that place you were far away without freedom, clean water, bikinis, margaritas and well... money. Im so glad you are back, I bet it feels great"

Actually no. it doesn't. I don't want to roll up to 10,000 dollar remodels, gardeners cutting grass alongside their potential, security guards patrolling the gated compound of a life sized doll house duplicated in a space picture perfect for the camera, gate code in hand, smiling kids in the van, hot daughters walking pretty dogs, oh wait that's a mom, wearing her daughters clothes and her husband tom's..wealth.

You know that stuff that dress some and starve the rest? Clothe his desire, enhance her breasts? Shape my story but take my breath? Green stuff. That breeds greedy to necessity, personality to annuity, impulse to impurity? That stuff.

The weapon in the war, power over poor, wind that shuts the door, blood that paints gore, a reward for the whore, rapper alike driven by bling caught up in the sing-song of a life that waits on nothing but price. Forget who you are, what that means, where he is. Stop searching for "you" trapped in superficial stealth, screw him. Take the wealth.

It's a "welcome home! From Egypt, or that place you were far away without freedom, clean water, bikinis, margaritas, and well.. money. Im so glad youre back, I bet it feels great"

Wealth.

You know the stuff that brings tears with my ice water, criticism to my lips, and pain to my stomach (actually that could be from the parasite) Wealth is the green stuff that keeps me up at night.