posted on Aug, 26 2016 @ 11:14 AM
Im struglling this few days with depression, whether thats inspiration I dont know. But it takes the edge, but can be painful when something
unpleasant comes out from the mists. Already posted my first scrawl, but this ones more tongue-incheek. Gallows humour if you will.
Cadence is definately on the Alex Harvey Band side...
I cant belive what she just said, they must be going off their head, theres bodies strewn everywhere and little children here and there.
They sit their flapping blah-blah-blah and how gross products come so far, with stats and sims enough to blush, while all the while more people
Collateral Damage...now theres a word, the human body count no less absurd. From up on high, grey angels screech, depleted uranium drops from their
feet. And Abdul watches market women, erupting skyward from the Yemen. But you wont see that on the 'news' it interferes with market views, it just
dont fit there on the telly, tween TV ads for Royal jelly.
Roll-up roll-up, your rides arrived, but you must be under twenty five. It just dont play well on the news, with big strong men in wee short trews.
Huddled down in rubber boats, trying not to upset the goats. "Wont be long now" comes the cry, all you can see is lead grey sky. There is no land,
its been a fix, but your offloaded with some kicks.
Pray to your god, it feels so cold, while his man lives in a house of gold. They dont need you, they never did, you just went to the highest bid. Now
off you trot to Euroland, just mind the bodies, in the sand. Its lovely there, youll get a house and all the freedom of a mouse.
So eat your stick and spin that wheel and you might earn yourself a meal, now jump that hoop, and feed the panda, aint it great being propaganda ?