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On the Street, Middle-class World

 

On the Street, Middle-class World

 

On the street the worst thing they can do is take your life (so be it)

The middle-class world is worse, coz they’ll take your liberty.

Take away your mortal time. Evil you know. Con-trol. Under the guise of civilization. Hubris of Intelligence called process. Under Law.

Litigation washing its hands. Burn them all. Paper cranes. Chow brain.

But then you slept on a bed of nails last night & remembered it’s not as neat as this.

Criminals use similar ways to control & take away people’s liberty.

Organised crime is much like the state. Hierarchical & bureaucratic with its own prisons & surveilled life.

People hellbent in all echelons in preserving life & prolonging control & enslaving. For there’s profits to be made from living bodies.

So, potaeto, potahto, tomayto, tomahto forgive them each. Mother fucker. Don’t make a scene. Or they’ll forever lock away the key. And inject your brain with lobotomy. You’re under control. Officials cut the corpus callosum.

Human genesis is people eating one another. Human nature hasn’t changed at all.

Personally speaking I’d rather be cooked alive, than incarcerated. I think most would, if they thought about it.

But the china in our shops & homes is delicate & we must talk soft & watch our mouths.

Pick up sticks, up your arse, your snout.

Full moon tonight.

One for sacrifice.

The belief that one is enreasoned has desecrated millions of lives, father Adolf.

& I’ll boogie board my way out of here. Paper cup beer. Teetotaller Hitler. Scared of losing control.

Suicidal tendencies.

Empathy deficiency.

If he don't want life, "no one should have it."

WWIII.

& so I ran.

Into the bayonet.

With all my will.

Bash it out of my way.

It's the music of beings of clay, g'day. Cunt.

 

 

Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2023.


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