whitecaps to wash them away

 
The antinomians and their opposites are loaded up with bombs.
Accelerating economies 200 klicks per hour around the mulberry bush.
That's the way the money goes, not with a bang but with a pop that doesn't need you,
buying agony,
overwhelming the usually upbeat morticians.

Disesaes are researched.
The mental disorders ,that inevitably end in war, are researched.
The researchers besmirched by the tenure tossers that you better not cross,
I'm telling you why,
insanity has gone mainstream, so ignore the screams.

The love of money is in the air.
Inside the war zone they're thankful to be breathing,
practicing being pulmonary.
On the other side of the sad there's a song;
there's a folk legend that says  you got to be alive to sing it.


Debit and credit cards are splashing into the bay
and there's the whitecaps to wash them away.