Illegal drugs and a cache of weapons <br />Get dropped off and pointed in the direction <br />Of lost dreams broadcast on widescreens <br />For seconds <br /> <br />Where life flickers like tickers <br />That flashes on the bottom with the glitz <br />And a sip of the Schlitz malt liquor <br />No question <br /> <br />The drug problem needs a solution <br />In the tap water to drink away the pollution <br />On crowded streets the city’s heart beats <br />Disillusion means everyday is Monday <br />But today is filled with confusion <br />From 3-61 one ways <br />Divided by pie <br /> <br />And multiplied by a bunt cake <br />Sprinkled with diced fried cheese and covered up <br />In vats of high fructose corn syrup <br />Buttered up <br /> <br />To the crown of mediocre achievements <br />Get smothered up <br />In brands <br />That spread more love than a parent can <br />Through more jingles than change <br />And repeat more than parrots can <br /> <br />Limited range <br />Of economics that touch the world <br />Air raids that sang <br />To make the bodies all twist and twirl <br /> <br />Round and round to the sound of this lesson <br />Gold batons in processions can only work <br />If the wretched can all part with all their possessions <br />And aspire to acquire better lives in the dirt<br /><br />P.R. Prosper<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/economics-3/
