Plastic Yuppies

Corporate Storm

Sinister ministers prance upon holy ground
They wear blue and gray monkey suits and are bound
Gold is found in a new idea
Shareholders dream of the CEO’s crown

Imperialist soldiers search out every money sound
Capitalist investors monetarily crush every Red into the ground
Poverty stricken socialists stand in a bread line
Spending time but no a dime

And the storm has come
And it will never go away
It guides our lives
And folds us five

A silent storm comes upon this enchanted land
A storm, which affects every mouth and hand
A storm, which affects every one of this land
A Corporate Storm sifting through every grain of sand

And to these corporations we are all politically and economically bound
And now all life is focused upon the corporations sirens sound.

William Moss is a 1989 Graduate of the University of Oklahoma with a Bachelor of Arts Degree in History and Political Science.  The author is currently a stockbroker, who resides in Los Angeles, California.