survival of the richest

The world is rolling down
the road which has no return,
while the hungry lord is gobbling up
the relief stocks down his throat.

Major rise in minor sects
and minor shifts in major wise.
Wipe the slate clean monkey son
because here only the richest survive.

The richest demand and the richest consume.
It's the richest who make them all the rules.
If the richest spare, there's surplus produce
only to be consumed again by the richest few.

Born off their sins and so naïve.
Buried for none, buried for fun.
Scribble it quick and memorise my son,
here only the richest survive.

The richest decide and the richest divide.
It's the richest who take the rest for a ride.
And as they are all pushed, one by one, out the side,
the riches have a bite and the trucks no guide.

When they reach the point of no return,
there's no turning back;
with regret, only looking back.
Take a look at what has survived!
Smelly, sagging sacks of fat.

Because here only the shittest survive.