fact-checking the hubris of your certainty
the grifting never ends
socialize your risks
and privatize your gains.
the red ink stains your brains
like blood soaked spreadsheets
the seasons are unfeeling
when the tents are folded again
do you believe in magic?
are you a soldier for the “cause?”
do you ever get the feeling
you’re the one being framed?
surrendering the pretence
your postures slumped in pain
the only thing that’s certain is
no lions will be tamed
