a twisted plot

hopeless fiendish plots a lot
plotted to take the kings great spot
toiled and boiled he soiled with oil
but knows not what is come by gold
black his heart so full of lack
plaque infested crust of bleak
streaks the sea in pipes that leak
feeds the weak in promise speak
fills the mind with words that reek
filthy fiendish plots a lot
plotted to rot a soft blind spot
finding fear in eyes known not
to read the deeds of wicked dots
but cold does leave a trail of hot
and a wicked indeed illusions cot
sleeping in sound ...

a twist that's knot.

The Profit

The Time has come,
the Jokers undone.
Let loose on the shores,
viewing truth in stores…
as Consumer one.

Walk in your talk
don’t stop til you’re done.
Our planet will break from
the grill and our plates.

Diet despair.
Malpractice in air.
CDC is aware
and do nothing.

The Profit won them.
Their profits hush them.
The tropics are gone,
But your prescription… is ready.

The description is pretty…
and don’t worry about
what You don’t know,
is what we’re told.

And what don’t we know?
Our health is the gold.

I DIDN’T want to know this.
It’s hard to digest it.
Illusion is best fit
when we don’t want to know.

But the truth shows through
and always we knew.
Our bodies tell so.

Truth in the wellness we go.
Stop the Profit to know.