Dow Insects

Dow Insects

You don't read, listen, trust or say bonjour
Look how rage has turned the living sour
To pick the shortest diamond straw for Club Boor
Just to be rich, no more I rather be filthy poor
Tossed my wallet to flee through the West door
Was bitten by Dow insects at the very core
Living and breathing stocks what's it all for?
Our respect has been stuck on level four
Slave for investments like a $0.10 whore
Mr. Heartless dissect race with blood to pour
Mme Haiti imports luxury tanning bed galore
As we idolize swag from ceiling to the floor
To be rich no more I rather speak to the poor
Left millions to touch lives of billions on tour
Ate pineapple for breakfast by the seashore
I felt nuclear rain seeping through my pours
For a 1 world artist unification clap for encore
Made in N. korea freedom pill we want more
The love remedy now band at the drug store

-- Louis Mercier

PS: Retrieved my wallet to become rich again, 
to arm great minds with pens behind enemy line 
to fight the system who is holding swords.