ROBE

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?”