Endlessly Slippery

Slippery socks in shoes keep squeaking as gas prices sky rocket and piggies are squealing.
Hard labor puts my mind at ease while blood courses through me,
veins of serenity,
pulsing to a heartbeat of skillful work done in factories.
And no one but myself holds me accountable to the promises I keep,
Tells me how to venture or how dark and deep into the woods to creep.
Dreams end up where I dwindle just so you know
now you know
you dreamed of dwelling there too.
You are tripping up with the weight of the world on your shoulders.
If you can't hear me ill just keep screaming,
never going to put me down or stop me from dreaming.
Dreaming's what I do to take a break from media static,
put a hand in your pocket and throw out your electronic metallic phallic.
We don't need the device, don't need it's help, or think it's makers intentions are nice.
Pass it on turn the page to stop the damming of our natural channels
and educating the chosen over the people in the hills with flannels.
Tell me why it is this way and pass the kelp, we need help.
Holding onto large families, who need fed, quality,
but the dollar menu is the only venue that will soften the mouths that feed,
relentlessly for little children in the backseat who cry endlessly, as you cruise through
the only places that don't break the bank, when five times a lot doesn't exactly equal steak.
Our needs are felt endlessly, on and on it runs
draining funds from a dad full of puns.