No rest for the wicked

A spoken word piece

no rest for the wicked

 your greed is clearly your ailment.. your sickness..

 persistent..in your effort to make sure the next guy can’t win..

 building a pool of wealth and making sure the rest of us can’t swim…

 celebrating a December to remember with a Lexus and thinking that it’s alright..

 but can't spend $10 on a blanket for the homeless man on the corner to stay warm for the night.

 you falsely elevate yourself to a higher status...

 and do everything in your power.. to keep the average joe from having a chance at it.

 you pay no taxes..

 and expect the working class to pull your weight..

we give and give and you ungratefully take and take.. a

 bitter look on your face as you walk past..

 but that Lexus, that mansion..without us you couldn’t have that...

 the consumer has been consumed.. the working class diminished...

 you're like a shark circling around prey preparing to finish..

the dirty deed.. to move in for the final strike.. the kill..

you medicate us with bullshit pills..

lie to us on our news....but what’s new..

you do your best to make our children obese..

 but its people like me that refuse demise that will keep the people up on our feet..

 to increase the separation between you and us... to you no end is too far...

 but you seem to forget you can’t keep the lights on or the doors open with no patrons at your bar..

 I refuse to drink the Kool-Aid... I refuse to just lie down...

You try to break our unions..kill our working class..

I refuse to stand down.. I stand my ground...

because there's no rest for the wicked..

You are not better.. you are not of superior intellect... I don’t care how many zeros are tacked onto the end of your check.

 we as human beings have an inherent right to respect..

to food... to shelter... we may falter... we may slip and stumble..

your preach religion in your politics.. take a lesson from your God and try on a dose of humble..

 a dose of grace...

adhere to the words of your creed.. wipe the look of disgust off of your face and succumb to the reality that you’re not so much different than me...

or we... the people..

a single mother getting assistance is NOT the face of evil..

we the people, are not dumb.. we see you..

straight through your facade with your bullshit speeches..

 your policies are about as effective as trying to grow corn on beaches..

some of you claim to want small government but have no problem sticking your opinions in my girlfriend’s vagina..

 or in my gay friend’s relationship...

didn’t your mother ever tell you to mind your own damn business?

what is it?.. about your bank account that makes you feel entitled...

 what is it that you don’t understand about me willing to defend my rights,.. be it with my words or my rifle?..

there is no rest for the wicked..

you speak about sin and forgiveness…

as you lie to your own peoples face...

as you destroy lives and attempt to control the country’s fate..

you pretend to have our best interests at heart...

if that was true then why is this country falling apart..

 I am not your sheep.. I don’t watch fox news...

Oh good lord! you can’t control my brain. . what a tragedy.. what to do?!

 a little common sense in legislation could go a long way...

force the 1% to pay their fair share instead of wasting tax dollars on missiles that are long range..

that would be a good starting place…

 now keep your cameras off my face...

 your legislation off that spot between my girlfriends legs…

 maybe show a little respect for the separation of church and state...

 maybe let your legislation and policy reflect the desires of those who put you in that place…

 instead of disenfranchising those who do the grunt work..

 maybe actually be a public servant and recognize their worth..

no rest for the wicked..

i'm not a radical or extremist..

 even though I scream when I speak this..

 i'm not encouraging anyone to take up arms....

no need to sound the alarms..

your pen is more dangerous than my rifle.. and my side arm..

the ink that bleeds through that paper that you put your john Hancock on...

 is the real weapon of mass destruction..

combustion… as we watch our rights and liberty fade..

we see you... and we will remember all you’ve done in every poll on every election day

because there’s no rest for the wicked.