Ethereal Cities
In a world of materially disenfranchised souls
The Money Mafia worships only the big lie of extorted green
Drunken on gold and silver madness lost in platinum and diamond dreams
Constructing fairy tale bridges over the bodies and bones of lives mistaken
False refinements obverse mirror reveals the crudely godforsaken actual acts
It is not fair it is not fine an accursed edge harsh and unrelenting
Where the humble and the mad pray to their one and many gods
Some in earnest as best may be, so many only for show and not repenting
Eyes are wandering ethereally bodies faint as ghosts
The Money Mafia worships only the big lie of extorted green
Stockpiled burning bricks of night made by calculating fools
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2026-04-25 at 03:20
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