The real conspiracy
Is there is no conspiracy
People die without a reason
Karma is a comfort blanket
To justify morality
The soul is a comfort doll
For those afraid of mortality
Pure logic and pure faith
Won’t explain the inconsistency of the world
The answer is some where in the middle
Everyone is selling heaven for a small price
Noone is giving away food or land
That’s just economics
Time and taxes will take their toll
Mean girls are an expensive experience
Nice girls are gone to heaven
Coffee is over rated alcohol is an addiction
Poetry died
We can’t stream it for ninety nine cents
Meanwhile in a shiny mall people worship Mammon
Poems for Kush 