Greed Feeding

The business in keeping,
A continual festival of greed feeding.
As an entitlement fed.
Day and night.
While many,
Sleep peacefully or not.
Tossing back and forth in their beds.
In a capitalistic society.
Based solely upon materialistic ideals.
Created to value impressions to make.
And them to sell well in a rat race chased.
Has little, if anything at all...
To do with who the rats are.
Or their political affiliations.
To prove who gets more votes to win.
Done to believe,
The rotation of a revolving door...
They have been addicted and trained,
To become familiar with will end.
And...
Even if this should happen,
Chasing their tails...
They've also been trained to do this too!

High above this made maddening crowd,
Are the ones who monitor.
And control the economy religiously proud.
In a secretly cheerful unknown entity.
Only pray they do faithfully,
That all activities they rule over to control...
Keeps the money flowing.
Back into their own pockets.
With few knowing about it or them.
Regardless as to who votes for who.
Or where they do to choose this when.

Hidden in the crevices,
Of the minds who define what power is.
Remains to stay that way they live.
To get their selfish needs met kept believed.
Knowing themselves and no one else,
Can make the money flow...
Right back into their pockets.
With a nonstopping of it successfully.

'Come here.
Take a look from the window,
At those people below.
Protesting against,
Who is better qualified...
To undo what has been happening to them.
Done to not know,
Who it is that gives consent...
Of our wishes to want represented first.'

'Well...
At least we have one thing in our favor.'

'Yes we do.
The money we have,
Is worth the price we pay...
To the ones we choose done to do,
The walking and talking for us.

But I will admit this...
That guy you insisted,
We should pick again and select.
To keep us hush-hush.
And our interests to represent protected.
Has a problem.
He can't keep his narcissistic ego in his pants!'

'What can I say?
He tricked and fooled all of us.
But his popularity?
Few can deny the endurance of it.
Leaving many to compare him,
To...
Believe it or not,
King Kong.'

'I think you misunderstood.
I hear many saying,
He is the King of Cons.
But his ability to fraud?
No one has yet disputed his skill.
And that's why I think he is admired.
No matter how sick,
This is to accept his mental ills.'
Needless to say,
The caboose on his train...
Had never been connected!

'Has money made us all crazed?
Have we pawned our minds,
For the glitter and bling of rhinestones?'

'Well...
Not all of us.
Only the ones who believe,
They deserve more.
More bling.
More glitter.
More gold plated dreams.
And...
Even those who have it,
Claim their wealth...
Not to have earned.
Should not be taxed.
How crazed is that!