They arrived with grins on their faces
***** blisters upon their cheeks, cataracts in their eyes,

shambling side by side their former shadows
bringing along swarms of rats and flies

skin woven from the finest flesh
breath stolen and rattling,
mud and decay ran down their mutilated faces
washed by a downpour of rain that was battering

no longer human and not quite beautiful
frazzled brains driven by the lust for perfection,
hair twisted static-charged nylon
covering their faces marred by nightmarish complexions

fingernails grey, attached by permanent adhesive,
teeth black, gums bloated and oozing
septicaemia and gangrene
spread by the inferior equipment they were using

oh they stole unattended babies
farming them for fresh stem cells and skin,
crawling around beneath Manchester's sprawling city
living in their world claustrophobic and dim -

what is the meaning of their existence
where did these freakish misfits spawn from?
Ah that is a question we already know the answer to -

'tis from the paranoid mind of a greedy schizophrenic they were born

and they exist to serve as a constant reminder
that total perfection we will never gain

and to try such an impossible deed

would leave any man bereft, inhumane.