You want it all
You want it fast
You want the things
That never last
You can't sit still
You won't stand up
You drink it down
And throw it up
Your eyes are hungry
Mouth is dry
You have no tears
For those who cry
You run for office
Run for your life
You cut your losses
With a bloody knife
You make your deals
You make your money
You soak your words
In bitter honey
Your car is fast
Your gait is slow
You never reap
The things you sow
You have no time
You have no fears
You can't account
For all your years
What you can't buy
You try to take
Those you can't bend
You try to break
Your silver bracelets
And golden chains
Were hammered from
Another's pain
You have it all
It's in your hand
Your grip is firm
On grains of sand
You have a chance
To get some more
You suck your fingers
And lick the floor
Your shiny medals
And flashy rings
Are substitutes
For other things
You make the laws
You set the rules
You climb the backs
Of willing fools
You have it all
But it won't last
The end is near
And coming fast

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