House Flipping

the living and the dead

have reached a strange impasse.

the dead don't always envy, anymore.

for they can see our world

has been destroyed so fast,

that often it's the living at death's door.

the power of money

(though it may seem kinda funny)

is to keep the bodies of the worst alive.

these people, as they're called,

have sold out us all.

yes, I'm daily appalled

to be ruled by the living dead.

these zombie-like balls of reflex

don't think with their heads.

they don't mind that they'll die

(cuz they may have never lived)

and they'll take from you and I

until we make them just go.

perhaps there's no room

left in Hell;

who can tell?

let's order some work

and find a place for each jerk

where they aren't tearing down

what we, the living, need.

we will take and break their crown

and then cast each dead one out

if we can but succeed;

of this, I have no doubt.