The Fire Fact'ry

The Fire Fact'ry

A Poem by Dennis Shanaberg
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A song for the Bernie Madoff's of the world.

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Fire’s burn in the cauldrons.
Money’s made in the smoke.
Planets melt with the bubbles.
The rich man turns the bowl.

We ask for something.
The scraps from the brew.
But there’s nothing left
Except for today’s who’s who.
We just want enough to survive.
They can’t have it all if we aren’t alive.

Smoke stacks.
Buildings.
Building economy.
Lungs hack.
Dying.
Deadly monstrosity.
Cash flow.
Recedes.
Receding economy.
Ice shelf.
Recedes
Receding monstrously.

We ask for something.
The scraps from the brew.
But there’s nothing left
Except for today’s who’s who.
We just want enough to survive.
They can’t have it all if we aren’t alive.

Fire
Fact’ry
Burn
Burn
Oil
Coal
Fire
Fact’ry
Fire
Fact’ry
Let’s
Burn
Oil
Coal.
Fire
Fact’ry
Slash
Burn
Tree
Leaf
Fire
Fact’ry
Fire
Fact’ry
Let’s
Burn
Oil
Coal.
Kill us all.
Reach your goal.

We ask for something.
The scraps from the brew.
But there’s nothing left
Except for today’s who’s who.
We just want enough to survive.
They can’t have it all if we aren’t alive.

© 2009 Dennis Shanaberg


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this piece = amazing. I feel like this is a perfect song. =]

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Dennis Shanaberg
Dennis Shanaberg

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