Why the Chase?

Chase the paper
Chase the flavor
Chase the pussy
Chase the slaver
Work the debt
Work the disease
Work your body
Shake for me
On the Floor
You better Dance
Find a partner
Use your hand
worthless, faultless, stranger
Psycho isn't for yesterday,
They are running in the halls
Selling you the Groceries
Living in your walls
Jumping through the hoops
spit on, spit out
outcast, outlast, innerspace.
trippin like I just got saved.
no one needs this toxic town
Wrappers are so pretty
colorful delightful
souless while were jaded
saints while we're faded
in place where everything only wants famous.
they say money aint a thing while handing you that cash
pushing for the edge, laughing while you crash.
these are our enlightened, our luminaries, our stars?
Sure I'm crazy, laughed at, blurred, and hazy.
I have my integrity, even my flaws look dignified.
I look squeaky clean next to predatory lies.