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There’s no bread

and they burnt down the circus.

Quietly righteously

silently observe this

Marcus down the street

smells like ashes when he talks to me

he asked for a cup of water

I gave him three and my tv

we set up chairs that squeaked

when we sank into the cushions slow

watch an old timey show

and talked how we

weren’t in Maui anymore

the senate closed ranks

running through the palisades

like urban tanks

on turbulent escapades

renegades believe the earth is round

and a congress of thieves

burnt the evidence down

Look back at King Rodney

when silence had a cause for riots

when they lied to keep us quiet

Senator Jeff tried

he said he’s tired

of fast moves

like Conway Twitty

he didnt think he could get away with it

did he?

Silence M.I.A. and Lupe

when it was always Diddy?

What’s up with this city?

no more trafficking

if the papers proving them are gone

so we wait for aliens in the sky

or in time

will the winds that chime

remind us of a sign

on a hill keeping us in prison?

Hollywood thinks it’s still winning

and their subconscious rhyme

that enters our minds

is that without them

we are all worthless

-there’s no bread-

and they burnt down the circus