Strip Mall Camps

Any tongue will do
Anytime at all
To spit out a clue
Like a race horse out of a stall.
Telling tales of treachery
And the power behind the trenches
That picks out taken for granted gratuities
And leaves collateral stenches.

Institutional robbery , raw with the law losing its head.
Slick talkers and their slippery fingered assistants setting up systematic soliloquys,
Redistributing hate, either innate or from a book they read.
Getting out the word with venal ventriloquy.

Watch the exit ramp.
They're doing structural strangulation at the strip mall camps
where they snap on clamps to help your concentration .