Pop That Pretty Thirty - Rabbit Junk

Patrols on the boundaries

In prison cells and factories

On your phone and old TV

In between the lines we read

No suits no conspiracy

Just a lack of agency

Who’s the perp, run the APB

Just look in the mirror and look for me

Pop that pretty thirty, pop that pretty thirty, pop

The haves and the have-nots

The bottom and the top

Black market and mall shops

You are all the cops

99 and 1 percenters

Dissenters and defenders

Slum lords and renters

A comedy of pretenders

We are all the cops

Greed, glory and fear

The eyes, the ears

No panopticon, just dads and moms

Keep calm and carry on

Vignettes of silhouettes

Popping up as the sun sets

Settlers heading ever west

Looking for souls to digest