There's a stench in the air
that you can't stop smelling.
We live in squalor with rats
for pets and corpses swelling.
Social workers come round
to count living and dead
and promise more help but
just give us maggot bread.
The swells attend fundraisers
in latest styles dressed to ****
feast on caviar and champagne
while my dying child goes still.
Jul 19, 2023
Jul 19, 2023 at 8:31 PM UTC
There's a stench in the air
that you can't stop smelling.
We live in squalor with rats
for pets and corpses swelling.
Social workers come round
to count living and dead
and promise more help but
just give us maggot bread.
The swells attend fundraisers
in latest styles dressed to ****
feast on caviar and champagne
while my dying child goes still.
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