the raves of Pentonville
deadbeat illusionists with spiteful minds
are decaying resident deejays
playing the anachronism of Lord Haw-haw
born warped and secondarily warped in radiation
idling in frustrated malaise
stricken in copious envy and marked in lesser viens
inadequate chalk hues regress in distaste
heralding ingrained programming
pick on a crown pick on a crown
for in clarity the superior light thus blind inferiors
and in primal and base forms
they find itching solace
in delusions and illusions
the dying art of prisoners in invisible and visible chains
anachronistic Lord Haw-haws now haha haha ghosts
of the lowly by the lowly and for the lowly