MONITIZATION By Tom Jensen
This time I'm feeling like the criminal
But all communication is subliminal
Sure my treatment might be deferential
'Cause now others notice my potential
They got silver tongues
And their eyes? They're green
They're the best paid talkers
That you've ever seen
You know those who smile at themselves?
Well....now they were smiling at me
They said you could make money for us
If you can trick the rest into thinking
you got something
In which they can still believe
After some pondering
I started responding
And I kindly replied:
Yeah...part of me has died
And I'd like to find that something
I can finally stake my faith and creed in...
But hopefully
it'll either be
mental clarity
Oh gee,
maybe sanity...
or perhaps even freedom
Then maybe
there would be
No more forced insanity
that any amount of money
can pay the fee
For forgetting all about humanity
and human dignity
What has happened to some
I hope it doesn't
happen to me
I'm still trying to find a reason to wake up
Maybe it's to give everything a shake up
Some poor pawn's got to lead the charge
Take a musket ball for society at large
Heck, I'd rather be the host
or the maitre d'
Than some bourgeoisie
attendee
To a committee brunch
designed to oversee
Who gets to select
who gets the gold trophy
For having the charity
That spends the most on vanity
I guess we just
fundamentally
disagree
For you see
I don't wanna be
a trainee
to be a trustee
Because I don't agree
Subscribe or believe
In such self-serving fantasies
For sometimes money
Is one's own worst enemy
Just search through
the texts of history
From King Midas to Judas
to Bush and Cheney
When money becomes everything
then I don't want any...
Nah...
I don't want any