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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