My Empire Of Cash
© Surazeus
2026 01 11

Catching fish of sorrows from lake of dreams,
I roast painful memories on brooding flames
to analyze frame of my mental state
that defines ontology of world fate
in which I arrange puzzle pieces well
as map that directs how I play my role.

Secure in ownership of fertile land,
which my ancestors acquired by blood bond,
I plot complex program to construct frame
of honest principles that lead my team
of corporate pirates to expand cash scope
that we employ to spring financial trap.

Ensconced in steel-glass tower of blind wealth
from which I exploit labor to cleanse filth,
my seat of global power provides base
to manage civil conflicts fired by race
which I devise to conquer and divide
fragile nations fractured by social creed.

My twisted sense of liberty provides
chance to exploit uneducated hordes
with bait that sparks their weakness into rage
when I hire them as goon with gun and badge
since I am free to use men as I will
as fools on which I build Empire of Hell.

Invested in program of thought control,
launched by religious clang of the church bell,
I long conspire with faceless oligarchs
to legislate your tax as secret perks
that channel state funds to my bank accounts
while defunding schools by diverting grants.

Locking once open doors to public schools,
with cleverly encoded mental tools,
I block your access to knowledge of truth
to redirect your professional path
that restricts opportunities to work
in factory I own by homeless park.

Play by rules I establish with state law
and you will earn just enough cash to play
in bright amusement park I also own
in oppressive social system I plan
so you depend on jobs I deign to ploy
that suppress your ambition safely low.

Working hard to build my Empire of Cash,
through company that extracts mental trash,
I scrabble hard to rise from poverty
through principle of social liberty
till I control resource of fertile land
that keeps you all bowed low under my hand.

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Orpheus plays lyre of Mercury on the street and sings satires that expose criminal enterprise of King Midas and his gang of goons.

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