Impossible To Point

At Billionaires for
Being the problem
When both hands
And all 10 digits
Are rifling through
Wallets and purses
Always pulling out
Cash or plastic to
Send monie$ indirectly
To them to make them
Even bigger Billionaire$

With so much money
They have to hide
Their small penises
In a useless space race
By sending up
Big dicks into the sky
For everyone to see

Methinks if Jesus or
Mohammad or Buddha
Made that kind of cash
They would make sure
Everyone was fed

Or if by some strange
Miraculous chance
Ran mega corporations
Would spread the profits
Through the employees
For them to do their charity

(You stick with your
Masters of wisdom fantasies
I’ll stick with mine)

Where this should have stopped.

Nope, stuff keeps flowing from fingers

Kinda like blaming that
Global hamburger joint
For destroying Rainforests
When it is J Q public’s
Responsibility for buying
The slaughtered cow
Slapped into a sandwich
In the first place where
All ten digits are pointing
To one’s self, as it were.

(Did you fake hold a fake
Hamburger to check that out?)

I did.



“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”

– Angelo Devlin


“These people, these people are efficient, professional, compulsive consumers. It’s their civic duty. Consumption. It’s the new national pastime.

Fuck baseball. It’s consumption.

The only true lasting American value that’s left. Buying things. Buying things. People spending money they don’t have on things they don’t need. MONEY THEY DON’T HAVE ON THINGS THEY DON’T NEED.

So they can max out their credit cards and spend the rest of their lives paying 18 percent interest on something that cost 12.50. And they didn’t like it when they got it home anyway! Not too bright, folks. Not too fucking bright.”

– George Carlin