world war three smiles gayly
at the icloud generation

where the dividend puppet masters
give birth to perfect pavement foundations
ever chipper for their blue chip creators

blue chips sprout naked
from within manhattan, in fact
whose curvy silhouettes
are amazonian plants and rainforests lame

colossal colored mammoths
like an army of automated people
crafting countless memo statements
for mankind to suckle on the tits of machines

never has wall street tasted so sweet
the bull markets, and the third world
a modern united nations in a medieval heart

the dollar stampedes into the home of able bodied men
draft the bold and the beautiful, the rich and the poor
gobbled up by the blue chips clean

for world war three smiles gayly
at the icloud generation