Five A. M. Scooby snacks fever chills
Pockets Warhol beads his brain.
The hollow blow of ghost trains and a salmon toned sun candles the sky with sickly light .
On the goggle- box little gods
pop sacred testaments
And a thong of cherry pink blossoms crown empty streets
Billionaire tax exiles have applied for
The glitter of cleaners, nurses, teachers, carers ,and doctors shall shoulder the cost
A fault line splinters between the haves and have nots
Oh, believers don’t ya remember
everyone’s as equal as the teeth of a
We’re all the same now
Eat cow shit ! Drink three litres of pink Himalayan salt water ! Soften those purse lips with gold milk
Get high or die!
Is 95% of your life a lie ?
The parasitic belch of the hoarders
leave us with wine -dark faces
Doom : Muttering scriptures at a Big Fat Pink Moon
Oh, believers can you see
the blood of the innocents pistol the arms of the weeping money tree
After April rains, a screen of colonized
smiles try to stagger past the wheeze of death
Truth is buried in law and data
We’re all begging Lady Luck for a long sweet deep kiss
Those that survive
Keep the sequins of hope alive …
“Where are you?” They cry
“Purgatory” He sighs
As the circular plague of Time
nooses the skull of his mind .