Purging their innards
to find freedom of expression
the naysayers sit in the mud crying
this is power
from ******* comes organised *******
in mire we stand as we throw stones from
our glass houses
hooked on red laxatives from
bargain buckets
the elixir of our anodyne statures intoto
go on baa baas
go do one
for how else will you all find
your raison d'être