Knife Twist

To those on high so hyper political
A job for life to twist the knife as you see fit
Never mind the lies so hypocritical
There's nothing to see here, just adhere and that is it

We watch you wallow in such riches, we die
Eating rusty saws for food here in the trenches
Watching the puppets dance to the latest lie
Something like cancer in the gut sickness wrenches

All our little dreams away violently obscene
An evil time of empty mouths and pantomime
Promises paid for by phantoms of green
Fields and pastures sunny days cities rot with crime

There's nothing to see here, just adhere and that is it
A job for life to twist the knife as you see fit...





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Written on 2022-02-10 at 21:35

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one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
those on high don't care
about pretty words that rhyme
or existential despair
their disdain for such is sublime


or, something like that ~~~
2022-02-11