The timing belt
On the conveyor is loose
It jerks and it stutters
That won't be taken as excuse
And the boss man refuses to shut down the line
Got to keep his numbers up this month
Short sighted selfish functiory
Without any spine
So the drones work like drones
With staples and tape
And put their hands in the moving machine
Praying it won't break
Risking injury and death
Cos the job must get done
As the ******* sneaks off early
Away to have his fun
But the tales always the same
The line is bound to choke
Then they'll wheel in the next dicksweat
And trust again to hope.

Television
First bastion of the po faced ******
So the masses could see the visage close enough
Since out evolved by the magic box
Now we all can get into this stuff.

The buzz of the bite
The cinch of the choke
The Ah ******* and rolled eyes
After the punchline is spoke
The kindness of strangers
Abused and never retuned
The double ended candle
Through the night which is burned
The rub of the green
Takes you into the red
How the sausage is made
Is how your family gets fed
To refuse the mob
That's how your flag gets unfurled
So shines a good deed in a ******* weary world.

Oh, my Love—stab my eyes—
destroy my eyeballs!
Wait No!!
The final solution—stab me instead—
stab this House of breath
until you're sure I'm—dead!

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