The Bell Tolls Alway.

Are you ready to debate they said to me
Of late: I said I am ready, ready to
Berate, for you I don't debate for lately
Round you late people we have noted, which don't do
Anything for me, as they don't for you.
                                                              I
Have put it to a Vote, Constituency
Of One: the result was, Unanimously,
What you do ain't fun: a Talking To won't be
The Solution we need see should what you want
To come to be come to you. So do not ask
For whom the bell tolls: the Eon in which cant
Of that stole the Hearts of Others we don't bask
In any more: this is the Age of Ho's, Bros
And those who chose to live truly, not pose.

But I suppose you will debate it as if
Proof were what you need in this, an Age of Greed
Seeded by the preceding proceedings Bleed
Of what is here for you to take, No Fear, off
The stock market, a commission some forget
And yet, even there, where Greed is in the Air,
The bell tolls, as it always does, for the Heir.