Markers and cardboard

(Copy and paste)

Acrylic and vinyl

(Cover your face)

Oil and canvas

(There is no escape)

Just throw it away man

Throw it away

I am constructing a tower of irony

On an American grave

I'm assembling symbols of power disparity

Known to the victims of trade

Show your face on live TV

Educate me on a private lack of financial stability

How do I write in a language so subtle

That only the peasant can read

Funded by owners of Rothko and Mondrian

Hung in a penthouse that you call a gallery

Zero Zero One Zero One Zero Zero One

Waking hours unseen powers inhibiting my productivity

Seven centuries late

Always a monumental waste

Governors cover their tracks in the night

Opening windows and pulling them shut

You play in the bodies of water they gave you

Designed as the savior of workers who jump

Paper towels, press and guns

Counting down the days until they're dead

And then in time we come undone