Anti-Development

Where image means more than the performance you give

Where paper defines whether you die or you live

No amount of good can save you from judgment

And every drop of sweat only leads to resentment

Living against the spiritual element, stripped from holy equipment

An earth-sent transcendent blinded by success and fulfillment

Psychology over biology, gimmicks and tricks cloaking theology

Against mother nature; a thinly disguised misogyny

Overlooking every prodigy in favor of arrogant audacity

Where cash makes money, and coins make paper

But the lack of a contract and ink stings while you wither

Where the rich steal and the poor pilfer, a thin line in between

Reality lies through its teeth just to shatter your dreams

A cult of liars and lawyers, hypocrites and politics, waiting for a chance to loot 

But I'd rather suffer empty-handed than live with bullshit in a $uit

Reviews

[KIMBERLY]

this poem is for the sheets!!

well-said *bravo