dinsdag 8 februari 2011


I see seduction and her rotten areola
Movements that make the devil raise his brows
We are running around deranged in our concrete zoo           
Ruled by incompetence and stupidity
Moving headlong into an inevitable collision

Laden with anger, angst and anguish
Dethroned and watching democracy
becoming a layer of mould and fungus
On an old an decayed wallpapered wall

“Some things are better left unsaid”
The scared double-tongued fool said
I say: Let's rid ourselves of sardonic
Swallow pale faced mutants neatly packed in pristine suits
Too much repression so the tree bears fruit no more

The stiffened man said: 
“Will we end up fighting like hyenas
for the last bit of flesh left on the bone?
Or will we once again take a seat
On the shiny shiny throne?”

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