For Lunch, The Corporations Ate People. Supper? The Inc’s Ate People. Snacks? The Corps Ate People.

Praugh, praugh, praugh

Profit.

Can’t get enough of it.

Like a big damn pile of bravery medals

Sittin’ in your living room.

Medals taste bad even smothered in gravy.

And smell a little bit like doom.

Step back afore the beggar goes boom.

Mama gettin’ off her broom cause

Daddy takin’ back the livin’ room!

Thank you, friend.

Barry out.

Barry Williams http://barry-williams.com/blog

Much of what I write will be quite understandable to insane folks.

The rest will be, uh, less understandable...

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