A short poem on social angst. |
Eating Sheeple 10/23/2010 The gal of the of the herd noes no bounds Sickening slimy sods all stinking sunk into great haunches Wipe your troughs! Shoveling the slop with barely a chew From record mortgage lows to diet yoohoo And just when you think they will moo They speak - so they call it Silence your dribble! So many people with even more opinions Getting their point is like peeling onions Layer after layer of tears and frustration Leaving you smelly and overflowing with rancor Praise Cancer! heart disease, diabetes and public castrations Whatever it takes to stop them from mating! Murder, car wrecks, subway derailments Suicide, aneurysms, and mass starvation Even death by auto erotic fixation! Anything, everything, thin out the nation! All the bigots, the critics, the cynics and jackasses Especially all the fucking middle classers How much more, how much more harassment Can go on when we’re knee deep in old people’s broke asses Just think of the cost of insurance and taxes! Mao gets praises and Castro’s left laughing A Wet cigar got more press than how we let Rowanda happen Waco, Katrina, Fox News, Disney Channel Tsunamis, Oil Spills, a Senate ripe with bad acting No jobs, education, or trace of true standards The preventable tragedies are gathering so it seems that the powers that be are unanimous Population Control, Fuck The Masses! |