corps corpse

whatever the corps say 
ain’t their corporeal form 
it’s a typa corpse play 
light dead bodies staged
torn straight from the storm
say, u checked on ur 401k yet?
eyes run red from ragged
nights and days without u
 could shout it down 
but what good would that do
average out is bout of fear 
it’s cycle mind you doubt
bicycle time to save gas
and pass on the bread so
the next generation can 
have their names in shiny
lights and no fears abt
what the feds may or may
not do