Dark Money

Dark Money
(10/23/12)

Angry disciple,
why can’t we talk?
Put down your fist. I insist.
Your wars, my god.
Dark money, lost cause.
[Shhhhh] is part of the twist.

Tell me it’s worth it,
your fight of the day.
Yesterday’s war was different.
Your morals, my god.
Dark money, lost cause.
How much of you
have they spent?

Armchair cigars and
talking point memos
life is a series of
dark money echoes,
opiate actions, and other distractions.
If you don’t know the mark, it’s you.

Greyhounds and rabbits,
I don’t understand.
You’re chasing their carrots again and again.
Your actions, my god.
Dark money, lost cause.
If you’d just walk away,
you would win.

My visions, my dreams,
my thoughts are profound,
beyond my own borders, I'm sure.
Your potential, my god.
Dark money, lost cause.
We could both be so much more.

Armchair cigars and
talking point memos
life is a series of
dark money echoes,
opiate actions, and other distractions.
If you don’t know the mark, it’s you.