Ingots of emigration

Trouserless poverty is a mortal dead end.
We have our greatest talents unspent.
They consider us as disgusting manure.
They evict us to rob our future for sure.
Rusty wickets are like flutes. Winds
Play them. Memories are full of pins.
Degradation is a credo fuelled by greed.
Yes! Locust conferences are guaranteed.
Burn your pride! Burn your self-love!
We are slaves of Bluff. We are stuffed
By viral feebleness. We always die to feed
Corpulent spiders. We filter every deed.

INGOTS OF EMIGRATION
FLY TO NEW YORK.
INGOTS OF EMIGRATION
INVENT A TALKING FORK.

Wars widen wounds. Wars are well paid.
Inventors are victims of mediaeval hate.
Education is a bubble. Money rules asses.
You can't work — there are no free passes.
You eat worms, scorpions, and snakes!
You're an outcast taking a shower in lakes.
Parents call you a loser. Parents left you.
Cronies lure your wife. Honchos detest you.
Accountants squander your paltry pennies.
Mother-in-law secretly spits on your berries.
Arson of superstitions roasts your modernity.
Envy undermines fraternity. You need diversity.
Cemetery of dreams drains your bleeding heart.
Fate, go to hell! Old naivety has fallen apart.

INGOTS OF EMIGRATION
FLY TO NEW YORK.
INGOTS OF EMIGRATION
INVENT A TALKING FORK.

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