Piss stained streets with Rose Hip notes
Bleached purple hair and sky blue coats.
The old cunts stand demanding respect
Their wrinkled flesh filled with regret.
A click of wood as cripples weave
Around their paths survivors grieve
The loss of all things good and well
It’s gone for good, oh what the hell?
A bark so strange it all sounds wrong
A beagle shouts, before too long
Another crock of bones appears
Reviving all my putrid fears.
I came today to use the post
Not drink some tea and eat some toast
But fuck! There’s nothing else to do
Cept write my thoughts and think of you!
Genetic pronouns, yes I know
This ode’s for all, and there you go
A feel good piece of text it’s not
But as you know, it’s all I’ve got
My patience’s gone, I feel my ire
I’ll light my match and watch the fire.
And smell the piss stained streets erupt
And kick those ashes so corrupt.