Peak Unicorn


Borrowin’ printed money for nothin’, share buyback your company rich.
An algo driven stock-market reacts reflexively to every twitch.
He’s our saviour, our messiah, Unicorn startup CEO.
Selling dollars for fifty cents, bye-bye golden ‘chute look out below!

We’re all livin’ high on the hog, even though meat’s too damn dear!
Long sold out all our freedoms to live in the shadow of hate and fear.
Look into their eyes, third worlders, meet new boss, same as old.
Buy stuff you don’t need on usury credit: bankers have no souls.

The world keeps spinnin’ ’round ‘n’ ’round, though the wheels have fallen off.
Paupered tin-foil hat deniers and truthers, the butts of derisive scoff
have hunkered down; unplugged grey men who fought and run away.
Will watch the slaughter, from afar, an’ live to fight another day.

When this one blows it’s gonna outshine the dazzle of our Sun!
No wonder they want to take away your liberty and guns.
“No one could see this comin’!”, they’ll cry!. Again! But don’t believe ’em!
Blow ’em away! Or hang ’em high! Time to purge the cancerous kike scum.

©24.10.2019 Andrew Robert Chapman

Already sold out our freedoms to live in the shadow of hate and fear.
Buy stuff you don’t need on usury credit: bankers need your souls.
Selling dollars for fifty cents, a golden ‘chute before she blows.
Selling dollars for fifty cents, last out the Ponzi’s on Skid Row.
The world keeps spinnin’ ’round ‘n’ ’round, though the wheels have long fell off.
“No one could see this comin'”, they’ll cry, again, like great big babies
Blow ’em away, or hang ’em high, time to purge our cancerous plague/rabies
Blow ’em away, or hang ’em high, take out our cancerous plague/rabies
Selling dollars for fifty cents, first out the Ponzi takes cash home.


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