Freemen have died

All the freemen have died.  
committed suicide beneath a dollar sign.  
and what are we left with now.  
but hungry faces everywhere pleading look at me.  
i'm special i'm really quite unique.  
i have something important to say.  
on how i loved and lost  
and pain that it instilled in my heart  
I grow weary my eyes heavy with grief of banality.  
 
I tried to free my mind,  
but my ass didn't follow.  
mr smith was right,  
when he said "we are all parasites"  
devouring the earth,  
for convenience sake.  
and the stink of ego  
seeping into every pore.