Renee Willaway

Take the bribe

Don’t fret your pretty mind

What the money’s for

Convince yourself you’re not responsible 

Once you’ve stepped outside that door

Make yourself a slave

Tell the wealthy they’re exempt

From all the rules 

Long as you get paid

Let them run the Earth

Craft their favorite flavor of dystopia

Let the dollar bill decide what 

A person’s life is worth

Then enjoy your hell

And when the fruit blooms 

Of corruption

You blame yourself