Winners of Discontent or Mr. Breeze the pusher man...

Arrest the money changers. The head blown economists. Mr. Breeze. Dump em down the slide blue and grey pin striped halter tops bursting at the seams. Let the vultures eat their red pockets. The postman delivered my bills today and I have a green backyard for my kids to play in and a big kitchen with an island floating in the middle. I like to close the blinds and stay in the house cooking potatoes and eggs. That way, I hear no one. See no one. Not coming out for nothing. Especially the money man. I ponder my neighborhood. Our collective alienation. Can't flush a toilet. Can't cook a meal. Can't even clean the home. Like sponges stuck.