this is the last money on the longshot
the math is designed to work towards someone else’s favor
like pawnshop lottery tickets
like that tip on a horse that lost by a nose
like the house always wins
the long odds stacked up like riot cops
when everyone realizes the same thing at the same time
the long odds stacked up like bars in a cell
when everyone realizes the same thing at the same time
the long odds stacked to the ceiling with the money they taxed you
to bail out banksters
to bail out white collar criminals who never broke a sweat
to steal what you sweat for
i have more respect for bank robbers
there’s risk there
there’s the tight rope walk of getting away with a few dollars
or taking the da’s plea offer for no trial and less time
while the respectable criminals with manicured hands
shuffle numbers on a sheet
as suddenly they turn your house upside down
and shake you out of what they’ll never live in
turn your world upside down like a snow globe
turn it right side up for themselves
as the snow falls on you and yours with the first winter winds coming
i have more respect for blue collar criminals
stick-up men who prowl the streets trying to steady their nerves
so the gun doesn’t go off in a murder rap
there’s risk there
at least you can look them in the eye
when they take your last twenty and the maxed out credit cards
at least it feels real when you look them in the eye
it’s not the surreal intangibility of a last notice in the mail
it’s not the surreal intangibility of a foreclosure notice
it’s not the surreal intangibility of a pink slip
and an escort out of the building
a blue collar stick-up man is tangible
it’s visceral and you can see the fear
this white collar crime will drive you insane
if you had a semi-automatic who would you shoot
who could you hold responsible
why are the real targets so out of reach
more math designed to work towards someone else’s favor
change the formula and make the math work for you
instead of against you
take 15 bullets with you and load the magazine
if you could only get over the 12 foot country club fence
as 3 bank ceo’s finished the 18th hole
you could put 1 bullet in each of their heads
and 1 bullet where each of their hearts would be
you’d still have 9 shots left
as an example to the rest of them
that now no 1 is safe now
this is the last money on the longshot
you could offer these banksters an ultimatum
a life behind bars or a ceo killing spree
you’ll get to smile like the folk hero outlaw
they’ll write songs and poems about
you get the last laugh as the other ceo’s of the other banks
beef up security in an effort to protect themselves
from the idea of justice you put into the world
if you had killed yourself there would have been no satisfaction
at least now you can go to your death knowing
you pulled some evil from the root
to wither and dry in the sun
– vagabond
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