The truth be told
Never an honest opinion hold
Acquiesce to be mass media molded
Or you shall be soundly scolded
Your life folded up like a pup tent
You’ll be sooner than later hell bent
And stranded
Quite criminally branded
Officially reprimanded
Then to a FEMA camp remanded
Always ask: Hey dog what’s jumpin’?
Like a hood bro who knows sumpin’
Not: Good day sir, do you know the time?
Be culturally crude not sublime
Scatological wordplay to the poet’s dismay
That’s the rap or time of day
Bankster, bio-gangster, Old Testament prankster
All engineered to shine us on
While they steal the hay
The earth is their bed to tell lies in
A New World disOrder sin bin
