We are too sunk
Sunk as people, in our own junk
Deep in steeple with a mode, of funk
Recognizing nothing happening around us but till stomped
Widespread, banged, ganged from a skunk
Economically being felt in the trunk
With the sounding like a Trump; taking the scene back to a bunk
Do you recognize the dunk?
We have placed ourselves in a shape shifting bubble
Carrying our thoughts & bodies only seeing one’s self as double
Selfishness, Materialism & Goebbellisim in one cuddle
Results of yesterday in today’s platform, building foundations for a futuristic muddle
We have connected our throats
To their fictitious monetary system used daily & quote
Daily quote! And mention its bloat
Yet a zombie status our fashionable coat
Put on, spaced out and busy with the little gloat
While being daily robbed, do take note.
We should have mercy on our own self to prosper & peacefully float.