The easier it becomes to navigate this
Life as we know it changes on the daily
The moves and stills become what makes we
Strings attached to your every move
Watching waiting maneuvering all of you
Frustrated and inflated with taxation
Yet no representation
Of any concentration of negotiation
To draw the line
In time we grow to see
What controls the shows we star in
Casted upon by those in high places
Strangely enough we never see the faces
Just taken on trips and flips
As characters of misfits
And mules of working class
Yet no class in session
To carry us through recession
Leading to depression
Diminishing the souls attempt
Of getting ahead
The rules are simply as follows
Stretch to the left and collect
Lean to the right and fight
Fall to your knees and depend upon thee
To be cleansed of the wrath
Of inexplicable circumstance
Beyond your control
As the puppet master rips at the soul
And preys upon those striving
Steadily trying
To get ahead
No child left behind
As the mother stays on the daily grind
The father incarcerated or steadily intoxicated
Or maybe even taken
The chance to fight circumstance
To breathe life into his family
Yet everyday all he sees
Is more debt than he can comprehend
So the familial unit is lost
And uncle sam’s found
That pound for pound
And inch for in
The puppet master has the way out
A debt ceiling upon a nation
Too stuck on self to see
The truth within smoke filled clouds
Enemies at every door
Eager to uncover and discover
All secrets have been revealed
Conspiracy Theories checked out
And the puppet master chimed in
Leaving us no choice to check in
And lean left or right
Yet no help in sight
Realizing the only help that truly matters
Comes from above
No puppet master can keep up
Nor decipher, straight up
The moves that will be made
No blueprint has he gave
Just faith for the journey ahead
Ensuring the struggle not dead
Putting the puppetmaster to sleep
As it falls to defeat
Peace
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