I love to watch billionaires dying,
my laughter at it comes out in waves.
Call them adventurers
all you want,
the ocean is a stupid choice for a grave.
It’s hard to be an iconoclast,
when your idols implode and leave no trace.
Go ahead, call me a disgrace,
but we both know
you’re not saying this for love of the human race.
For normal folks,
we have the possibility of an early death
to keep us grounded,
but you,
you’re astounded
and
in fact, quite hit
by the notion rich people can just bite it.
To die
is something reserved for all the waste
and human dross.
Suffering is a thing of the past for you
meant for martyrs and christ on the cross.
I’m a freak of this age,
I don’t think it’s any big loss.
Some rich guy and his little shit died?
I couldn’t give a toss.
Go ahead,
call me a disgrace.
I’m just throwing your apathy back in your face.
The ocean has claimed many victims before,
but these people,
they were meant to be something more.
That’s your reasoning, I guess
migrants and refugees are something less.
So forgive me
if I think your shock is hollow
when you didn’t blink at hundreds swallowed
in the Ionian drink.
Truth be told,
I hope any safety concerns get pushed
aside
in a classic ‘Stockton rush’
just so more rich fuckers get crushed.
Type your condemnations
hit the timeline with strong words and frowns,
but the truth is right in front of us,
bootlicker,
turns out your gods can drown.
