Out The Ways

Sweep, all the problems out of the way.
Pretend, the universe isn’t succumbing to decay.
Raid, steal all you can from those most abused.
Commiserate, an act to make it seem improved.

But in the back you continue to count your ill-gotten gains.
Faced with nothing because you hide out the ways.

Shuffle, force people toward their breaking point.
Parasites, sucking out energy like its a joint.
Siphoning, to smile wide at the misfortune.
Virus, no positive here to keep things in motion.

But in the back you continue to count your ill-gotten gains.
Faced with nothing because you hide out the ways.

Verbose, apology will never cross the lips.
Permanent, is how frequent are childish quips.
Sense lost, for it was offered in sacrifice.
Suffering, the only payment that does suffice.

But in the back you continue to count your ill-gotten gains.
Faced with nothing because you hide out the ways.

Scrub, compact the grime into our eyes.
Relentless, how we are fed more obvious lies.
Hungry, for what we all deserve by rights.
Desperate, we yet may need to turn to fights.

But in the back you continue to count your ill-gotten gains.
Faced with nothing because you hide out the ways.

Agonise, choice between health and happiness.
Tragedy, is all we are permitted in life.
Grieving, clinging to what once could have been.
Dissected, treated as though we are all unclean.

But in the back you continue to count your ill-gotten gains.
Faced with nothing because you hide out the ways.