There's a stench in the air
that you can't stop smelling.
We live in squalor with rats
for pets and corpses bloated.
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 stiff.
Jul 3, 2021
Jul 3, 2021 at 9:41 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 bloated.
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 stiff.
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