Wakey Wakey!

Wakey Wakey!

 

Morning has broken, yet again I am

Woken. What the, fires an alarming toll

Poking, again n’ again. It’s 4 AM

And I am smoking, ball point on a roll

 

My morning broken, thought now locked n’ chained

Continuously provoking, a Go’d damned

PUSSY RIOT! PUSSY RIOT! Mocked and blamed

It’s 5.30 a pig squealed, as it burned

 

Mourning broke, others choked, while I chuck one

Into a rolling ashtray. Ah, smell that

Coffee. An early bird caught by a worm

Turning. The screws tighten and that is that

 

It’s sicks, sixteen sorry eighteen rising

Death’s Bell tolls, on and on, anon, uprising.

 

 

P.S. I was hoping to have this as a video, but my equipment said no, so I have not, and since I wish to strike while the iron is hot, here she is.

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Praefectus Veteratoris

Praefectus Veteratoris

“Terrorist”, International buzz word.
Propaganda for those who are opposed
to a piece of peace. Appeasing foreword
before the whip cracks down on the deposed.

Depress, a new nine one one psychology
button. The Shepherd, teeth bared, hunts his flock.
In self defence! Your excuse for hoplology.
Burning chemist, toxic weapon half cock.

Maelstrom maestro, Machiavellian masochisms,
monstrous machismo! Ergo your ego,
murders, slaughters, sons and daughters. Schisms
pummelled left and right minded, let it go.

Echo’s thunderclap, wall to wall violence.
Your people drown in their own fluids,,,silence.