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Sunday, January 11, 2026

My Empire Of Cash

My Empire Of Cash
© Surazeus
2026 01 11

Catching fish of sorrows from lake of dreams, 
I roast painful memories on brooding flames 
to analyze frame of my mental state 
that defines ontology of world fate 
in which I arrange puzzle pieces well 
as map that directs how I play my role. 

Secure in ownership of fertile land, 
which my ancestors acquired by blood bond, 
I plot complex program to construct frame 
of honest principles that lead my team 
of corporate pirates to expand cash scope 
that we employ to spring financial trap. 

Ensconced in steel-glass tower of blind wealth 
from which I exploit labor to cleanse filth, 
my seat of global power provides base 
to manage civil conflicts fired by race 
which I devise to conquer and divide 
fragile nations fractured by social creed. 

My twisted sense of liberty provides 
chance to exploit uneducated hordes 
with bait that sparks their weakness into rage 
when I hire them as goon with gun and badge 
since I am free to use men as I will 
as fools on which I build Empire of Hell. 

Invested in program of thought control, 
launched by religious clang of the church bell, 
I long conspire with faceless oligarchs 
to legislate your tax as secret perks 
that channel state funds to my bank accounts 
while defunding schools by diverting grants. 

Locking once open doors to public schools, 
with cleverly encoded mental tools, 
I block your access to knowledge of truth 
to redirect your professional path 
that restricts opportunities to work 
in factory I own by homeless park. 

Play by rules I establish with state law 
and you will earn just enough cash to play 
in bright amusement park I also own 
in oppressive social system I plan 
so you depend on jobs I deign to ploy 
that suppress your ambition safely low. 

Working hard to build my Empire of Cash, 
through company that extracts mental trash, 
I scrabble hard to rise from poverty 
through principle of social liberty 
till I control resource of fertile land 
that keeps you all bowed low under my hand. 



1 comment:

  1. Orpheus plays lyre of Mercury on the street and sings satires that expose criminal enterprise of King Midas and his gang of goons.

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