Feeding time

Is this it,

my final meal?

[stabbing steak]

The house of the war den knows,

but they have no interest in low lives…

They’re the ones that set this up,

it was a big production,

I was staked out…

[slicing steak]

I’m dead meat,

the cost of living…

I was taken down,

bound by the ties,

and staked in-place.

[tearing into steak]

Draining blood, sweat, and tears,

they squeeze the bottom line…

The interest bait is personal,

I’m the collateral damage,

my claim, they stake…

[chewing steak]

I will lose,

as they take control.

To wave the almighty bill,

is the power of capital persuasion,

where the stakes are highest…

[forking green beans]

I wanted it all,

just like them.

The fortune awaited,

and somebody had to make it,

said the green-eyed snake.

[raising green beans]

He's cold-blooded,

with expensive taste…

This head with a body,

carves a twisted path,

and shapes greener grass.

[chomping green beans]

He knows the landscape,

and he’s always at his prime.

Looking down on his bounty,

equipped with powerful assets,

the snake faces the swamp.

[Spitting green bean stems]

He strikes with stealth,

squeezing the life from his prey.

Pulled in as the snake contracts,

the victim struggles for survival.

Looks like frog legs tonight.

[poking baked potato]

In the belly of the beast,

dead spirits drift by.

Digesting my fate,

I see the future waste,

lost in the cash hole.

[splitting the potato]

Time divided,

to believe it, or not.

Two sides to every story,

I question this and that,

us and them answer.

[mashing potato]

Open-minded,

you might see.

In my opinion,

there’s always opposition,

and numbers will be crunched.

[consuming potato]

The power of a golden fist,

will supply demand.

Force-fed,

a pile of crap,

that I eat…

[facing pie]

The dream,

perceived…

Make it…

You will…

Get your slice…

[smelling pie]

So close,

you can taste it…

Time plus energy,

life plus savings,

always negative.

[flattening pie]

It’s on you,

just eat it…

Start over?

But will you?

Can you make it?

[tossing pie]

I’m just sick,

and tired.

Washing,

tons of shit,

from my head.

Some food for thought,

one percent of the human race,

has taken charge of the consumer.

That leaves the other 99 percent,

the product of their debt…

The quality of one life,

has become more worth…

The quantity of human lives,

has become worth-less…

[tooth picking]

So I ask again,

was that it,

my final meal?