Poem on the fly

When will it stop?
Everyday I walk the block
I waited for you around the clock.
Tik tok tick tok
The time passes as our bodies rot
Passing fakeñ smiles they got
Of every passing bot
How many had the shot

Stared down by the cat in the silly hat
He has his gat under his fat and as I sat he scanned for my tat

Did he catch what he sought?
He's coming my way now
Will he ask what I bought?
Will he demand I bow?

How could this be
In the land of the free
No one can see
No more children climbing the tree
They much rather live playing the Wii
Do we stay or do we flee?
Let there be peace inside of me

Show us your papers
We are the takers
You are the makers
We arrest the fakers
We protect the bankers
Heads thicker than oatmeal Quakers

These racketeers
wanted to cause fears
Of the modern years
Favorite of the peers
These are our seers
Extorted out of our beers
Give it to em, ya hears
Or they'll shoot you like deers
They're only just queers
Lacking in cheers

They are naked
They are bare
Their viewed as sacred
Disobey if you dare

Time I have done
can't say if it was won
I am only one
A few among the some
A madman without a gun
Never allowed to have some fun
Are you waiting for the pun?
There is none
Just a man under the sun
A bottle of rum
For this bum
Counted the sum
The odds are glum
Bond set at 1 million my Hun