mammon bullshit bites us
and mary laughs
like marx and old economists
sighs for the graphs
going off the charts
and softly camo walks away
fantasy falls from the golf course
from downtown, the city
on to the common man
planes on the stark apron
disembark
blacks in camo
and an old honky
puts a hand
to his cancer heart
a standard milf winks
but
not in swimwear yet
banks fall like fight club
and I smile
like marx might have done
I swig from a bottle
take a record off the pile
drama is home tonight
in these trying times of chaos
of stalking fear
confidence has left the markets naked
the germans breed
another brutal backbeat
of teutonic tub thumping
it can centre any heart
a sweaty marine shoots pool
in a hot iraq shed
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