Give
me a moment while I struggle
With
my first-world troubles:
I'm
not fit for consumption
Have
lost the means of production
Been
shot into space
Where
I disintegrate and orbit
With
the rest of the junk
Lost
the funk, never found the soul
Been
wrapped in plastic and buried in a hole
Where
I'll take a thousand years to breakdown
So
get me out of this town
Give
me clean country air to pollute
Land
rights to dispute
Holes
to dig, minerals to spruke
Forests
to cut down and burn
Its
about the cash at every turn
You
heard me: I am the left and the right
And
everything in between
Nobody
knows the horrors I've seen
I've
punched, stabbed, kicked, shot,
White-anted
colleagues, lost the plot
Losing
my hair, growing fat,
A
killer with the mind of a bureaucrat
I
salute the flag when it suits me
Dismembered
more bodies than I care to remember
I
find women and immigrants so hard to please
I
just keep them locked up or on their knees
The
poor - even worse, so I see they remain poor
And
call it "aspirational", only it's the reverse
Because,
at the end of the day, its all about
Protecting
my salary, my gratuity,
My
bonus, my pension, my annuity
I'm
a white man out of time
Committing
white collar crime
Its
open season on reason
And
I'm taking back what's mine
Forget
your glass-half-full
I'm
a cup-runneth-over kind of guy
And
this is my fifteen minutes
I'm
not looking for forgiveness
This...
this is my time to shine
© shaun
patrick green 2019
