Gold and Greens.

I'm just a sinner with a calculator,
I make you sway with undiagnosed currents.
Little do you know,
No signs pave your way. Zombies, drones,
Clones of a premier me,
Going to a platinum dissociation,
Attached to a copper corporation.

I duplicate, wait until later and claw,
Buy out and sell out and fall out,
Forget about the bodies that get caught in my gums.
Turn a face towards my friends,
Dive into wrapping, all fingers and thumbs.
Covered with the queens face.
Dividends.

Stake holders! I thank you,
You've got my back and my wallet.
How does it feel to fund the guy
Who will probably turn a blind eye
When your mother next asks for a fire.

Don't look so spineless,
This is strictly business.