My Country

Put down that beggar’s cup I spit in,

and pull yourself up by the bootstraps,

I need you to work multiple jobs

so you can’t afford an apartment

that you’ll never really be at.

Got your paycheck?

Oh great!

Let me see that!

Let me get my cut

before you count it up

and I’ll divvy it

against “government programs”

you’ll never be able to track.

One hundred

Two hundred

Three hundred

Four –

To you it’s only dollars,

but multiplied by your peers

we’re talking billions or more.

I know it hurts.

Here,

take these pills to temporarily relieve the pain.

It’ll surely come back.

Just let us know

and we’ll take care of you again.

One hundred

Two hundred

Three hundred

Four-

That’s what you owe us for medication,

so pay up or we’ll fuck with your credit score.

See him over there?

He never paid,

so his ass sleeps in the street.

Build your tent for all to see –

it’s cool now,

until Xi Jinping comes to town to meet.

Go!

Now!

We’ve got an image to uphold.

Here’s social media –

distract yourself so we can get tighter

grip on our hold.

One hundred

Two hundred

Three hundred

Four –

Minutes averaged per day

on your iPhone

for social media and porn.

Children are getting dumber.

We’re coding AI to take your jobs.

Our medication is making you number.

Getting your food fast is making more than half

ff you slobs.

One hundred

Two hundred

Three hundred

Four-

Millions of bodies

the military-industrial complex

has accounted for.

Ten dollars for eggs,

five more for some bread,

debt you accrued to survive,

left to your children when dead.

One casket

Two caskets

Three caskets

Four –

We’ve done this to your bloodline.

Wise up

or continue to endure.