Out of the fog......
Fat sow, full with capitalist slime child in her belly.
Let the next generation of evil commence.
Circus in town\" - Roll up roll up!\"to smile with your oppressors,
They are on the sidelines with a chequered board and little figurines- they always win...
Trafficked child crouches bloody and beaten in the shadows of a greasy filthy bedroom,
Man sweats tears for you- seven days for your vanity- whipped by the corporate bastards to whom we are enslaved.
What are you thinking now ? I see a flicker there- moth wings behind your blank eyes.
Your mouth a capsized canoe....
Fluttering of hands... A pair of birds anchored on their earthly mooring...
Little bobbing boat on your throat - up and down in its saliva river...
Black cowhide tap tapping .. Dead animal for your pleasure.. Now manacles that bind you there - rooted like an ancient elm - Rooted as the truth trickles,
Silty sand to the seashells....
Two front doors now, your eyes , that\'s good to see,
Wide open- hungry animal at feeding time...
Revolution..........