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Stupidity disgusts me,
and so do you.
Growling like a lion.
As if somehow I should
be impressed
with your tangible lying and
your suits and ties.
Self deluded fuck fuck's
who think that
the decisions they make
are sterile and important.
Be still my heart!
The Call Centre explodes with
angry customers.
Coerced into complacency with visions
of sugar plum fairies
stuck up their asses.
The world explodes around them.
There is dying right on the streets
of the suburbs
they are imprisoned in.
A plastic bowl and a baseball cap.
Football and beer,
ice cream and phoney.
I'm not dying inside. I've never been alive
to begin with.
Save for one brief period when I was a boy,
Before they manipulated imagination
away from me.
When I believed in aliens and other words,
spoke with joy of kingdoms pretended
and animals always speaking.
Correctness corrupts. The middle ground swallows
intelligence and spits it out
like cum from a penis.
I'm swallowed whole.
Compressed and stagnant.
Stagnant and compressed.
Angry lips blistered by bitching members
of the lower classes.
Soup Kitchens and Food Banks.
Food Banks and Soup Kitchens.
Rushing feet walking by the poverty stricken.
No time, no time, no time to
connect with humanity.
Jesus on their necks.
Christ on their lips.
Hearts that are foreign to Him.

Swirling, swirling and becoming consumptive.
Living from cheque to cheque.
Televisions that are never turned off.
Not living, but watching other people
pretend that they are living.
Ignoble diseases celebrated by celebrities.
Causes and motions of Parliament.
Words repeated over and over.
Hurting. Always hurting. Broken hearts and shadow thoughts.
Shadow thoughts and broken hearts.