Quick catch make-believe
Fungus grows on sea grape tree
Close hatch! Will truth last?
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What is your plan?
Collecting peanuts
Hiding them in sand
Power is finally found
Hold tight
Falling
Down
Down
Down
Uh-oh
No safety net
Except
Torn mosquito net
Bourgeois
Placing their bets
Repossessing your private jet
Shitting in pants
Throwing up in toilet
Elephant
No longer steps on mice
Demanding silence from fluff puffs
Who had to pay the price
Big Boss was a pimp in disguise
Controlled
Select corrupt whores
Until………………….
6 AM
Knock on the door
FREEDOM
Locked away
Never to be seen anymore
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They invented the game
Controlled domain
Took the cream
Left behind small change
Now
Their efforts are in vain
Sloppiness
Replaced
Tidiness
The yarn unwound
Lost all strategic ground
Standing at the roadblock
Stuck
Watching cuckoo clock
Tick tock
Tick tock
Tick tock
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I was hurt
To gain advantage
You came running to give me a bandage.
I turned around
You sneaked inside without making a sound.
Filling your pockets
With valuables found
Our eyes met and at that time
I was unaware of the crime.
188
The peacock
Always
Stood tall
Displaying
His colorful feathers
A player
With swagger
Machiavellian tendencies
Reckless
Leading to colossal failure
Causing
The proud bird
To plummet
Eternally
Into
The psychosomatic abyss
170
Relax
Be patient
Sit by the river with your fishing pole
Most of all
Do not be dragged down the rabbit hole
Overtime
Bad character
Will be exposed
Then you will completely know
It is time get up
And
Permanently
Walk away from the sideshow
160
Chop chop chop and slice
Always taking is not nice
Sneaky like scared mice
153
I never laugh at others misery
However
This time it is worthy
Smaller and smaller
The number of places for the corrupt to hide
Stashing the cash
In safe locations
Is like sticking a finger in a beehive
The barristers who wash the money
Do not have complete control anymore
Setting up shell companies is the game
No one knows in whose name
For decades the scheme worked
The data kept in nice little paper books
Today information online
Compromised security
Could put all involved
In a very bad bind
Maybe time to go back to old school
Buy Private Island
And
Bury currency, diamonds, gold coins
Under the mansion’s swimming pool
131
Pompous Plutocrats will eventually fade away
Jackals unable to find prey
Corrupt souls permanently decayed
Malnourished ghosts chained in closets
Condemned forever to irrelevance
127
You say you’re Jet Set
Daddy took bribes got fat
Moved clan from hellhole
Princess parties Miami
Shanghai, London, Monte Carlo
105
You’re the greed prophet
Look!
Emptying my pockets
Is this not enough?
45
The cauldron burns red
Hatred will devour soul
Torment on deathbed
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