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The long suffering aborted foetus of humanity,
toppled sideward, lying upturned, doused in pity,
seeping a congealed puss of hatred for fellow man,
it rots away inside me like soft-skinned week-old fruit.
Gazing blankly at a manufactured skyscraper sunset
I avert my eyes and wince in contention
as tourists with cameras gasp in uttermost awe.
But it’s not a Kodak moment for me.
Fear breeds desperation, rules breed contempt.
The hero of the moment is the counterfeit baron,
whilst a generation of habitual liars promise a better future;
Please take your Hallmark moments and fornicate yourself, kids sirs
toppled sideward, lying upturned, doused in pity,
seeping a congealed puss of hatred for fellow man,
it rots away inside me like soft-skinned week-old fruit.
Gazing blankly at a manufactured skyscraper sunset
I avert my eyes and wince in contention
as tourists with cameras gasp in uttermost awe.
But it’s not a Kodak moment for me.
Fear breeds desperation, rules breed contempt.
The hero of the moment is the counterfeit baron,
whilst a generation of habitual liars promise a better future;
Please take your Hallmark moments and fornicate yourself, kids sirs
I plain couldn't decide on a name for it, but yours is good pb, I might just steal that.
Untitled? Well, sir, it should be called 'snapshot of life'....perhaps.
But very good with the ol' imagery there.
But very good with the ol' imagery there.
Let me know when it gets published.
Very nice.
Well perhaps nice isnt an appropriate word.
I've never been great friends with foetus'.
Well perhaps nice isnt an appropriate word.
I've never been great friends with foetus'.
The long suffering aborted foetus of humanity,
toppled sideward, lying upturned, doused in pity,
seeping a congealed puss of hatred for fellow man,
it rots away inside me like soft-skinned week-old fruit.
Gazing blankly at a manufactured skyscraper sunset
I avert my eyes and wince in contention
as tourists with cameras gasp in uttermost awe.
But it’s not a Kodak moment for me.
Fear breeds desperation, rules breed contempt.
The hero of the moment is the counterfeit baron,
whilst a generation of habitual liars promise a better future;
Please take your Hallmark moments and fornicate yourself, kids sirs
toppled sideward, lying upturned, doused in pity,
seeping a congealed puss of hatred for fellow man,
it rots away inside me like soft-skinned week-old fruit.
Gazing blankly at a manufactured skyscraper sunset
I avert my eyes and wince in contention
as tourists with cameras gasp in uttermost awe.
But it’s not a Kodak moment for me.
Fear breeds desperation, rules breed contempt.
The hero of the moment is the counterfeit baron,
whilst a generation of habitual liars promise a better future;
Please take your Hallmark moments and fornicate yourself, kids sirs