Blood Hits The Ground

Now through the grades

The state paid aides when they were done with me

A tailored mind

The kind resembling fine machinery

The heels click ten times a day

He'll process seven days a week

Assign a tax id and set him on his feet

Now obligations have your hold

We have those roles we must fill constantly

His star's on the rise

We'll plan the burial in his factory

That's when the blood hits the ground

I read a book

It had a plot about a government

That met untimely ends and left folks to fend their own

We did not drown

We did not starve

To our surprise

We did not carve ourselves into ranks

Of task-fulfilled damned expedients

Not a paradise for all

But better than the promise laid to me:

Pot to piss in

And a national prosperity

That's when the blood hits the ground