FUCKLAND (UTOPIA ‘s XTINCT).
Children of the crippled sun
Fuck capitalism !
Fuck it until it bleeds and dies
Down here in the gutter baby
We’re suckin’ on pus -filled oranges
to survive
The slaves the cunts and the
street sleeping angels
are coming for YOU
Stop killing the earth
and feeding us
fungal truths
Fuck unicorn star bucks
Why have you mortgaged the trees ?
Spread an ocean of apple maggots
And embalmed us in slit- throat
TYRANNY ?
Fuck the crusty old smell
of sober -suited dicks
gnawing on the heads of virgins
Fuck a one state solution
Crowned with a gigantic red grin
Fuck your Xclusive white utopia
and smashed
avocadoes on rye
Fuck the purple clot of
Sobbing gasolined skies
Fuck the plague of credit checks
and welfare red tape
Fuck compounded interest
And the curtained sick
of suicide debt
Fuck the missionary mouths
of institutionalised toilet kings
I Listen to Cadillac dreams that
Fly on borrowed wings
Fuck the great tomorrow
And her peeling carbonic skin
Fuck being arrested for
Blackjacking the war machine
Fuck the blood of time
Squeezing the marrow
of a fresh new day
Fuck the whore scented weeds
Flowering greed at our feet
We jitterbug on crooked toes towards
That golden ship of light
Climbing over rotting corpses
and that steel tipped sword of lies
Our blood soaked mouths
Swimming with
a symphony of kisses
And the dead
screams of
punk rock
.
Saira Viola
artwork by eNdO