Social Con Artists

 
I keep trying to break even but I just keep breaking odd
When it’s debts to liabilities and everything is mortgaged by the deficit of anxiety
Calibrate to find the best fit line
As I learn to operate in the chaos from a place of peace

Resolve structured after a vision fortified
We are not making home, we’re just trying to meet the ends
No use rehashing the lessons we’ve already learned
When the consumer is the kindling for the way the world burns
We’re buying back the illusion of what we own with every penny that we earn
In a world clothed of nakedness we’re cogs in the mechanics of another’s bread and butter that we churn

Scammed by taxes, loans, insurances, and corporations that keep us needing
How can we slight the odds when every tattered stitch is meant to keep us bleeding?
No governance of our well being just a system of control
Marionette vice grips of money siphons merchandising our soul

Engineering social abusers of power hungry bosses that try to murder character on the premise of vain assumptions
Tell me who I am as you chisel me into the mold of your broken critique
You think you know me oh so well but don’t mistake the wisdom in my silence as if I’m weak

When I don’t fall for the bait of conflict or feel the need to prove myself to you
As if my life’s on trial against the gavel of what a man can do
You don’t lead, you just give commands
As I fall beneath the scrutiny of your broken hands

Superiority complexes are off putting when you act like you’ve got it all together
As I learn to navigate your festering insecurities when you are the storm that I weather
Learning to absorb all I can and neutralize the effects of your words till they are inconsequential
You’ve got the position to get away with the nerve but I’ve got more than just potential…