wrung (twisted dry)

21April2014 Raceland, KY

limb up the ladder, squeeze sweat and worry from every moment
Ropes strung tight, every slave and every second, everyone wrung
Climb up the ladder, from safe home to city harm,
It's just a burglar's bazaar, there's no need for alarm

In the American Dream, sound asleep, plugging in to disconnect
Hopes hollow in a fantasy of fiction, all truth twisted, everything wrung
In the American Dream, sell me what I need,
Pat me on the head, and tell me what to believe.

Banking on tomorrow, sorrow no more, join the rich and forget the poor
Perpetual debt, encaged like chickens until harvest, every neck wrung
Banking on tomorrow, just buy more today,
Cashed out of words, and nothing left to pay.

Climb down the ladder, and leave that glass ceiling, do it with feeling
Playing twister against the Kochtopus, all limbs twisted, everything wrung
Climb down the ladder, from the fake back to the farm
Time to unwind, tension's been unkind, rope lost its charm