Thursday 16 January 2014

Payment of population



The price is dear, Have no fear,
As frigid air, penetrates my lair,
Neon lights stretch for miles,
We pay to pass through their turnstiles,
That lead us home to dinner cold,
Pre-packed, sold, and rubbery to the chew,
A zoo is a prison,
To keep the inmates in,
Sub-urban cells stretch for miles,
Filthy maze of paedophiles,
Infiltration, saturation,
A ticking bomb in the train station,
Hustle, bustle, spoilt with muscle,
Rustle up a curry from leftovers,
Four leaf clovers grow evermore rare,
Meadows squeezed, We sneeze at pollution,
But hay a reduction in fever, would be an achievement,
Sheltered lives sensitise,
Cities seclusion may not help,
In need of a blood transfusion, you may be left wanting.

House roof growing smaller,
My vantage grows taller,
London a settlement like Baghdad from the air,
Flames rise up to a neo-holocaust,
More pollution, earth’s exhaust,
What is cause, the cost of hosting?
War on earth will be occurrent,
Globalisation a co-operation of resource,
Ghetto brothers need mothers,
Fathers beat their children,
But blood splatters are too frequent,
As young need more discipline,
Some enjoy to play inter net,
A sickness present finds a direction to follow,
Promises are hollow, as white slaves are sold for sex in the tropics,
The topic of policing an unknown quantity,
Fallacy ever present rolls from the tongue,
You lick that joy pad,
You download your feelings from a god, who can program virtual genetics,
Frenetic acceptance of a lot of bullshit,
When hit we look down at our lives,
Try to have peace some like to fight,
Trapped like sheep in pen,
The wolves circle.

Do you get blowed?
I like to escape into the limitless mind,
For some escapism is to follow another mans dream,
What does it mean to create entertainment for your attention?
King Bush and Jehovah Blair have ideas,
And when enclosed to conformity,
We pretend that democracy actually exists,
Nothing but a textbook is the life we lead,
Funnel our power of knowledge to use to,
Spread through the galaxy as snails
Groups of ideas, ideals rules,
Groups of people free in jails.

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