Just as long as the icing remains sweet at the top
Let the cake rot
The middle class will police the poor
There’s no more room at the top
Let them eat cake
Let them all rot
Bread is king
Martin King was shot
Dreaming of icing being equal with the lot
But the one percent are not
They’re willing to let the cake rot
The police protect us but they’re still below us
So let the ninety-nine eat pork, why not?
It’s not who rules but what haunts
What’s missing from the world is nuance
Kenneth is an Evergreen grad. He spends his days sleeping, reading outside with cat in lap when weather allows, buying records at Rainy Day, and working on art projects. He spends his nights stocking products at a convenience store.