how long must the poor keep suffering what we must
while the powerful keep doing as they will?
how long until we start seeing justice
and why was it us who swallowed the pill?
how do they expect me to tighten my belt
when i can't get both ends to meet
and how is one meant to play the hand he's been dealt
when he's bound at his hands and feet?
i both resist and subsist among the fiction addicted
in their cryptofascistic human abbatoir
i am large, a living contradiction
part facade of scars, i can
moo with the best of them
the rest is a jester speaking truth to the
raj
i'm a paradox, unorthodox
they've tried to keep me under lock
and key but there's no box that can hold me
i'm houdini, i can make myself teeny
and slip through a crack like a vaporous genie
poof- now i'm here and now they can't see me
just another pigeon taking safety in numbers
and while the cat slumbers we'll tear him asunder
the castle's apparent might belies its insecurity
its fundament's crumbled, there's no ground under it
the poor will suffer while suffering's still sufferable
but increasingly we wonder if our sufferance is worth it
though humble we can make the castle tumble over
it's time for a
supernova
we only lent them their power, it's always been ours
the tower couldn't stand without us
let them try us if they doubt us, hubristic like
faustus
and let this be their final hour
give them some tit for tat, a coup d'état
they've been killing us so we'll kill them right back
it's self defense, dispense with the pretense
and fence sitting, it's time to attack
bring me the head of bojo the clown
the bounty is your country back
bring me his foreskin before it's your skin
and
ten thousand tory scrotal sacks
scalp them with scalpels and bring me their skulls to gnaw
they must not cull the poor