Dollar rides to the Eulogy

Stumble into virus
Unraveling self
Twisted stomach
Whores on the shelf
Unknown leaders
Dead and gone
Reside on paper
In hand, the blouse undone
Constricted youth
Not fit for here
The devil over shoulder
Always is near
Kept in cages
They fear the perception
And the funeral lively
More like a reception
Withered mind
A nervous life
Freedom fighting
Fought for wife
To the selfish world
Ourselves we lust
Ever meek, ever feeble
This skin to dust