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Twelve Dollar Bribe

Gotta pay or they won't play

By Brenton FPublished about a year ago 1 min read
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Twelve Dollar Bribe
Photo by Tim Toomey on Unsplash

there’s no point talking sense

so i’m gonna talk some shit

everything is irrelevant

everything is a hit

there are no feelings in it

just an enormous greed

plastic delusions of empty grandeur

that outweigh the present need

everyone’s taking the piss

they’re taking it out of you

they’re up there you stand and stare

cause there’s nothing you can do

your hands are tied fast

you’re forced to subscribe

to lies and the shit

and the twelve dollar bribe

ignore the warnings

don’t read the signs

propagate the myth

and shut your minds

what’s in it for us

what’s in it for you

it’s all fucking rubbish

nothing is new

there are no choices

you cannot choose

sanction the scam

you can’t fucking lose

social commentaryperformance poetry
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About the Creator

Brenton F

It's just a token of my extreme - Frank Zappa

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  • Quincy.Vabout a year ago

    discussed the important issues.

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