Scraps fall from the banquet

That crumb falls into the open mouth and the flavor opens up
like a battle front 
The taste of utopia, raising fists and wearing socialist slogans
Oaths against self interest noble lips should be commended

Then you were promoted
Your speeches to me about a world for the needy
disappeared like a thirst satiated
Your accusations toward me as a capitalist pig that were so fitting
Now as dried up as a mormon frown over the puddle in salt lake city

You were passed the food to distribute
putting your righteous  talk into walk for your attributes
Yet you gathered it all for a poxy dinner party
where guests wore their best and left the table before farting

Settling into the rank and file of the unquestioning herd
Paygrade fries your sanctomony pink
your vote changed like a reptile's wink
settling in like a strip of dead flesh so damn vile
between the lips of a crocodile's smile

From hippy to yuppy
in such a hurry
all day yips in a tight flurry
values wrapped and entombed fruitless mummies
 
The fork of politics crashes onto the plate that gleams
scraping the porcelain evoking the micro scream
Missing the meat and potatoes
The table mute anticipatory

cream faces almost droop
luxury stole their substance
lined grins still hardening into granite
that fat must bulge

the teaspoon drummed on the wine glass
A shrill alarm
dessert had not yet reached the realm of consumption
banging into existance a lull and microsecond of attention

surgeons had worked hard on the sugar craving flesh
the human system a large banquet table fully laiden
the sculpted beauty and distilled vanity
Pepertuates itself like the blind religions

the existence of a deep greed
The seeds of it continue to germinate 
in the hearts of the noble feigning poor
Their virtuous facade not hiding their loathsome vices

The shame of life is a stainglass window
the light shines through contaminating the interior
with the set of lies you have painted yourself outwardly with
Your lack of purpose or over reaching ambition