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Capitalism with a Capital C They argue over the origins Of our economic system Trace it back to the Middle Ages Trace it back to Great Britain But in various stages It has always existed What do you want to be? You can be anything Capital is as capital gains Capitalism with a capital C Do you think it’s exploitation? Does it control the nation? Or is it just a system? Designed to be efficient The common misconception Is that it’s a lottery What do you want to be? You can be anything Capital is as capital gains Capitalism with a capital C If you think it’s a lottery Or some kind of monopoly I have to ask what you believ

American Money ‘In God We Trust’ They print On all of our currency I’m sure they’re saying “Let’s leave it to fate” But character creates destiny And though they’re who we love to hate That *is* what they’re taught to believe Virtuous Like the heart Or like American money Oxymoron We buy our freedom These bills are bloody Betty cranes her neck over the fence Keeping up with the Joneses It’s not envy, but the standard By which to judge her roses Green Like your neighbor’s grass Or like American money Oxymoron We buy our freedom These bills are bloody Mass automation marr

You caught me when I was in free fall You fed and clothed me but did I repay at all? Got fat and happy living off the green of greed But we all pay eventually, these roses, they can make you bleed I know money isn’t everything I could have found some other means But for a year I took and watched you bleed So now I sadly sing I wrote a check my heart couldn’t afford A slave to the dance: thorn rung spinal cord! Lord knows I tried, never hard enough Your magnanimity knew no bounds I took it all, pissed on your trust I’ve no morals to be found Just know I pay Every day Know I’m singing this because I wrote a check my

The Monarch Rorschach A monarch opens his wings A poet opens his mind An artist opens a lot of things You may or may not want to find But battles are not won By sucking on your thumb Truth is not a foe to fear But a weapon So look into the dark And tell me what you see Do not run away Just look And tell me what you see In dreams we’re like the butterfly We can fly away Like a release from your cocoon I think death is just the same The shadows cast at night Are only rorschach ink So be brave, take a look And tell me what you see Look into the dark And tell me what you see Do not run away Just look And tell me what you see Oh in th

It amounts to A figure which I can’t divide Ampersands And commas Leave little room For compromise It is painful Either way It all depends on What you value And hey I know what I need It’s not what I’ve had I don’t care if I bleed I don’t care if I scab It arises From that need I can’t identify From the marrow of my sacrifice But the inspiration That fizzes within Can’t reach the surface For an intolerance to oxygen It is painful Either way You always question Your own weight But I know what I need And it’s not what I’ve had I don’t care if I bleed I don’t care if I scab