Junmai Ginjo Sake and the Adventure of the Rhyming Paragraph That Could

Gun shots reign out in the distance as solutions echo yet no one listens. While mercantilism shackles the common man, woman, and child - people walk around with an obvious absence of smile. Where did the time go when we saw the brighter day? Before we were forced to confront our own forced social decay? Oh wait, that must have been when reality was void of information -- when we moved as lemmings across this very nation in a time where ignorance was a source of consolation. Well, that time has come and passed so it's time we as a species get off of our ass and strive to break down the barriers of class and build something for the youth that will truly last. Held down by the golden money clipped fingers of a corporate beast, we are all a new generation of slaves here to be policed. We don't even realize how bad off we are yet our legs have been broken and we are stuck in the tar. Our voices are silenced in a rain of legal tender, I didn't sign for this package -- can someone write 'Please Return to Sender'? Yet, the sheep continue to graze dumbfounded by the grass that's always greener but the green is fucking infinite with constant inflation from the leader. Isn't it crazy how some belly's are bloated from cash and other's from starvation, it doesn't take a genius to see the moral implication. Some people live in mansions and call themselves elite, some taste the bitter ends of garbage cans and sleep on cold concrete. Here, the homeless live in boxes yet there's other places where boxes almost don't exist and still there's people who walk this world asking 'why in the fuck are people pissed?' I'd say it's the system and how we grind away each day just to see nothing improve as the sky turns shades of gray. And how we all have our own problems yet we still see the bigger ones... from poverty to genocide... from bigotry to guns.