The Cloud Cage

…the gilded age

Thief art

We don’t want to play in your Great game
Dream on — save your shame
You’re tin pot, paper tiger
That be dangerous — you could invade
You’re no man’s friend
You’re their fiend
In no man’s land
Why pretend
Say it out loud
’Tis not your forte
Cuz, you do it in the cloud
Your gilded age
A Cloud Cage, digital age
Leninism by each stage
Controlling all you see
On your secret TV
A game show with a difference
Produced to set you free
They don’t fall for no short sheeters
Nor short shrift
Nor mosquitoes
A rice bowl of noodles
Or spring roll in the fall
Where cronies are all phonies
TikTok, TenCent and Baidu
partners of your crime
The godhead Shenzu
Virus contagion
Precursing fentanyl
Dirt ’n cheap
E-cars in your debasement
Rusted in a heap
Take that to the bank
If not corrupt,
bankrupt
Cuz you’ll never be paid
…nor tailor made
You can be bridesmaid or bitch!
They’ve been waiting for your kind
the dragon temptress
the golden lotus
Dream on
But save your shame
Sure, they’re in contempt
Since you began your so-called game