Fat sow, full with capitalist slime child in her belly.
Let the next generation of evil commence.
Circus in town... “Roll up, roll up!"to smile with your oppressors.
They are on the sidelines with a chequered board awaiting you the willing pawn. Bankers, Politicians, Big Pharma......they always win...
Trafficked child crouches ****** and beaten in the shadows of a greasy filthy bedroom.
Man sweats tears for you....seven days for your vanity...whipped by the corporate ******* to whom we are enslaved.
What are you thinking now ? I see a flicker there....moth wings behind your blank eyes.
Your mouth a capsized canoe....
Fluttering of hands... A pair of birds anchored on their earthly mooring...
Little bobbing boat on your throat, up and down in its saliva river...
Black cowhide tap tapping .. Dead animal for your pleasure.. Now manacles that bind you there, rooted like an ancient elm...Rooted as the truth trickles,
Silty sand to the seashells.
Two front doors now, your eyes , that's good to see,
Wide open....hungry animal at feeding time...
Revolution..........