Food for the gods

Capitalism catapults fractured foodstuffs
With Summer bonuses for time well served
White collar cuckolds sing the Free market praises
& Greenbacks roam wild & unencumbered still

Lumps of coal in lieu of wage
Obsequious smiles to waxen Armanis
Performing sorcery over stock market free fall
& Pulling long ears out of top-hat rhapsody

Working the old juju & filing
sharpened points of cannibal teeth:
Oh, what *big* eyes you have

Meanwhile my stomach does loops &
Witch doctors prescribe bitter medicine
obscure recipe of foreign lyrics
Before the unwashed

Song & dance of dizzying proportion
Tonight's show in three (5?) acts
With discount beverages on the side

Still, no intermission-no pause in proceedings
To empty full bladders or maybe catch a breath
-No rest for the wicked here

The better which to keep
A dazed audience off guard
Gasping for breath/begging for more
Battered beleaguered wifey
Before the benevolent jurisdiction
of Big Daddy proper

Shake that tail & make
Those spoiled surfaces shine
*Damage control, damage control*
-THAT'S the name of this game

Its your Pappa's pet goat, Broadstroke!
Simulacrum Fulcrum
Bastion heady days of Karl & Co.

I can see sour strings ring
Cold sweats from stale smiles
-Its a family man that bids
before us now

So down, down on knees
Rampant flees, eating crow for show
Its all quid pro quo

Bipartisan thinking, Millennial angst
still has you spinning

So make sure to sign
Sign on the dotted line....