Times, they are a'rearranging. The clarity of greed is too much to see, the depths humans will sink to taste its fruit. The things we'll justify, the excuses we'll make. Blinders, earmuffs, muzzles, novocaine, Old Spice, whatever it takes. Numb and dumb.
Reckon they'll be a reckoning. High crimes and felonies, officials of the criminal kind. The red meat is marinaded, cook it to a medium rare, char some grill marks. Get that final sizzle before seasoning. Butter it up.
The fatsos ate the entire steak, even the grissle. The cooks and waitstaff went hungry. All the bread was devoured, sopping up the final juices on the plates. Stomachs are churning, enzymes are breaking, green bile is oozing, bowels are moving. Crickets are chirping.
