I cant help thinking and feeling
We are so far down **** street that we are ******
We can write
We can sing
In all these years it hasn't changed
One thing
Slaves still sold
Great lies always told
Ammunition
The gluttony of this worlds tradition
Wars still reign
Still we are
Driven insane
We watch
We wait
We love
We hate
Our words are nothing short of humour for the dinner parties of the parasitic political wannabes
As long as power does remain
And their ways we sustain
Then may you continue to float
With a hole in your boat