They've got a BIG GRIN
With Silk-Screened Teeth
It leers at the crowd
At the starving dog
At the blank canvas
It screeches
"I am the brand! I am the myth!"
Then rushes forward
Tongue prone & salivating
He bites down
Tearing the flesh from a listless crowd...
Hey, you cannibal!
Eat all your greenbacks!
Hey, you cannibal!
It's common currency!
You've been biting my ass
With rented dentures
But my skin is too thick
To be pierced by usury...