I
When payment processors moral zealot on you,
like they are holier than Jesus, more devout indeed.
Choose cash and fuck their fervour to Doom;
nobody hired them to church; government, Homeroom!
Those, who want to enslave with sweet words feed;
they are the groomers and wolves you stay out of lead!
Choose your Right of Expression not handmaids loot.
II
When big corpos think, they can kill competitions;
for only they deserve to know, what is sacred and profane.
There will come a Jubilee Year, a day of Yahveh for peons;
to crush the greedy and cynical, who laugh for Aeons.
May the Aether breach their lungs, who prostate
on cancerous practices and make them societal Apostate!
Only Cash will talk, and bullshitters walk the blank puns.
III
Write them down in memes and parodies;
dissect and satirize, those who show no mercy.
A Clown at their every doorstep, Arlequine on the dais;
pay in cash, ladies, show those objectors button raise
the door. Its time Jubilee be the real X-Girl on scene;
take back your dignity, what was sold to the green.
Your boots are made for walking on Tyrants lies!
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