Corporate Gangsters: A Poem

Corporate gangster, an ad sense parter with secret rules:
break one and lose your revenue. Why? Cause fuck you, that’s why.
Corporate sharks with dead lamp eyes, ran PR with LGBTQ
I wonder why they would cry for them while they will ban vids with those letters in the title;
Corporate gangster, empress Pimp with her lapdog stat-quo merchants,
Waging the phony baloney war of censorship and cancellation
While promoting the YOLO and thoughtless exploits,
of a dangerous short lifestyle with majority children really watching,
signing up as a five year old for the Jake Paul business course;
Playing maybe I’ll win some shit, the roulette scam that was just a box,
a picture of one with a secret lock
The lock is there’s no fucking bread in the box
Look it’s a Paul in the wrong pose there,
Seems he’d have been a better extra I fear,
But he didn’t mean nothing boys, he swears,
He just went to the corpse woods for the fair!
To swing on the bones of the decayed men
Who came to silent and pitiful ends
And yet he got those views and bucks
They pay him to do less that fuck and less he does more and more what luck



Corporate gangsters, steal and steal
Exploiting the fight of the oppressed for a deal
a deal for the next shoe that takes up the hill
To die for a slogan that they couldn’t feel.
Susie Q is a devilish stooge
Who steals from the weak and gives to Scrooge
Bans the news for sensitive while Kimmel cries
between his ads
For red lobster as another school’s hit
And he gets paid for black face and shit
Corporate thugs, sharks without taste
You dig the cultural grave and pay
the guides who would usher in to stay.
Corporate monsters, corporate pay,
Robin Hood was a hero who took from the biggest of boxes
And gave to the crook
YouTube instead will take from Timmy Tim tiny as he is
Take his fucking crutches to prop up the Biz
To sell you hatred vid by vid
And numb you to empathy as they spin
The biggest lie there’s ever been

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