Motherfucking cocksuckers on a rusty rocket plunger
up their asses, idiots and moral making laboratory rat
scrabble under the floorboards, the bosses know that
they’ve no heart left, for anyone but a pane of glass,
curved brightly magnanimous, wolves are surrounding
in my head, but I can still crack it with a smile.
First stop watching the world erupt, slow movement
as no moment, is or ever was, escape into angst
captured comedy, filing papers filed with lying lives
filling misogyny hegemony, trapped in a corner
lashing out at the roots, pointless paper trails
infinitely manacled, but pop a can with your feet up.
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