In quick sand sinking,
Sinking I am.
The devil is winking,
Winking at me.
Life was a bitch,
A bitch it still is.
Morbid cries of demons;
Demons from hell.
Drunk on power,
the drunk politicians;
they rape us and drape us
drape in illusions.
And we hallucinate as a nation
a nation in
a self induced stupor
Our needle and our dope
Our neck and our rope
Shallow men on the gallows
Diseased whores and
their deceased victims
are not what is wrong with society
Rather those who allow it