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ON THE TAXPAYER'S DIME
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Trashcan toppled over at the corner
Everyone avoids it
A few find some generosity in the bottom of the tank of their heart
To drop some coins
But it doesn't matter
All the beggars whose donation bin used to be a pot to piss in
They've left their post
They've called it quits
Cardboard signs explaining their tragic life story remain, flattened by the stinging apathy
Happens outside, happens down below
Everyone treats like that homeless man, and his friends, sprawled out over a entire train car
Indistinguishable from skunks, from ferrets, etc.
All of them need a haircut and a shave
All of them need a wardrobe change
Some of their mouths are wide open
Sucking the air in
Blinded by the light
Sucking at the tit of the taxpayer
Those above shut down the city
On the taxpayer's dime
A city that's abandoned God
Haven't seen a cross on the Empire State in decades
A city is reborn
Remade into Gotham
Prisoners are generously given early release
On the taxpayer's dime
Whether or not this pandemic is real
The sickness that we can feel, but not see is a feature, not a bug
These landmark hotels that haven't been given the official designation
Are transformed into Arkham Asylum
The Suicide Squad of homeless people, abandoned veterans and prisoners
Get first-class treatment as they're rounded up and trafficked into these hotels
Some of these people are citizens
And they're treated no differently than the poor migrant workers and innocent, vulnerable children who pour over the border
NGOs and humanitarian initiatives aid and support their arrival
We'll accept the world's poor and hungry
But at what cost, what limit?
We shut the lights off, and turn off the pipes in our country
And most people end up having to double down on the savings they don't even have
If we continue on this path,
There'll be no bites left to take out of the Big Apple
This city is a bubble that needs to pop
Needs a reset that's not led, not forwarded by those with no skin in the game
Those who use other people's children as skin in the game
The next mayor ain't gonna address that
The next mayor ain't going to fix crime, or hold Wall Street accountable
He or she ain't going to increase school choice, or make housing affordable
Just like any average pedestrian
With AirPods clogging the pipes in their ears
Proudly bugged and carrying around a socially acceptable tracking device
He'll step around that trash can
Won't be caught dead, near the scene of that crime
During a photo-op
He'll keep it moving, pressing
For the press that hasn't been tested
And wave to the world like he's Miss America
The media will blow that shit up, best believe
Ignore the rats, roaches, the walls down under
In the train station that haven't been patched up in
A decade
The whole world's a stage
A trashcan like that is just a prop
On the taxpayer's dime.