DECEIT AND FRAUDULENCE
Playing an absurd theater to portray the pretentious impostor
Squeezing through a labyrinth of never-ending hallways
Hearing the squealing voices of a grieving sepulcher’s altar
as you mount your money in piles of pyramids as always.
What then are your trade and your given surname?
You have the Mohicans’ trinkets for Wall Street’s game.
What is at stake? No anima will dare to ask again!
You are blemished with treachery and treason
responsible for this tragedy and perpetrating pain.
Manipulative while debunking the trustworthy
Wagering your profits like a child without reason
Glancing over the shoulder for the grand finale
Nonetheless the devil is on permanent holiday
Holding your head in your impure little hands
Circumventing the basis of this controversy
Your performance thereafter deserved an Oscar
Your position in business is simply avaricious
Consumed by your lust for position and fame
Devoid of one ounce of empathy you stand
amidst the hyenas and the villainous and vicious.
Never the subject of some secretive evil consequence
Leaving all the stupefied injured, limp and lame
Everyone’s a casualty of your wickedly suspicious
behavior reeking to the heavens in fraudulence.
However the common folk are the token victims
of your selfish strategy without a smidgeon of shame.
Your greed is not satiable hence you’re beyond defense
Although you are a personality and a prominence
the jesters heckle and jeer imitating the symptoms
of your sickness, so deplorable and fictitious.
The tramps and hobos are filled with dissidence
considering the regrettable falsehoods you claim.
You steal the silver and rob the gold
Cynically joking and your laughs are cold
The olden were never warned
about your tactics all broken and torn.
Still you hold out baffled and indiscreet
The children are roaming the streets
They rant and rave the Queen’s impatience
must surely cease as the prince cleanses her feet.
You bled the beggars and starved the poor
and giggled about until you were bored.
Your mental health functions well
yet it makes the world a bitter hell.
The archangels pound the tortured bell
You decided to speculate quite overdone
The gents have been completely unstrung
ready to push the button to jeopardize
the planet as they pronounce deception has won.
Perhaps the fate of karma will firstly appear
to rattle your lost conscious out of time and zone.
Have you begotten your own demise?
Will you be overcome with angst and fear?
Your own happiness is sadly frozen and paralyzed
Maybe the recognition of your hideous dilemma
will reawaken your heart to be honest and sincere.
Continuing this brutal misuse will pulverize
the opportunity to reform your agenda
and share your world and sympathize.
Suddenly your urge for excess and gluttony
could be replaced with delight and cheer.
Then the surrounding Nature could wondrously
captivate your saddened eyes and ears.
Perhaps a reborn child will naively reappear
and the essence of life will be your priority.
Liberated from the stress of a financier
helps to discover the beauty of simplicity.
The next merger will be a part of yesteryear
as you surpass a superfluous moan
on your way to acceptance and affinity.
Nevertheless you utter a helpless groan
not impressed with my suggestive tone.
Addicted to your monstrous iniquity
disrespectful deposing of dignity
while nurturing one of Lucifer’s clones.
Trampling goodness with egocentricity
while smiling without authenticity.
Hence I bid you a fond farewell
predicting your collapse as my enemy.
I implore you to once again consider
the alternative, for history foretells
the danger of your actions will bitter
your existence as an earthly entity.
Deceitfully conspiring for personal gain
is an inequitable fashion of existence
despicably one-sided and stuff for the richer.
We will accentuate the metaphysical and remain
amongst the impoverished whose hearts are dear
thence being divinely treated for our loving virtuality.