My anger is hotter than a hot ironed coat hanger, digging into the cracked bones of my imaginary friend johnny danger. My thoughts are a blank space as I stare at the sky and let my mind marinate about the current celestial state. Stars on fire, cosmetic gas and ice particles go to war as evaporation confirms their lives expires. Cash is cold and is rightfully so, its on life support and world genocide is the ultimate goal. The elite bankers strangle the common man, that can't afford a plan, so why you so shocked when the average joe becomes alcoholic rob a man? He tried to provide for his family the banks took the hope of the able, so bring your shotgun to wall street and crucify the bankers on the electric round table.