by Roger Drowne EC - Earth
The Cu$h / Bheney / love USA
Sick government stolen gangsters...
Killers...and buds lie in the shit...
Meanwhile on the far side of Turd Blossom Street...
Creative people are Given hidden tools...
Out of the Earth to pry lose truths from the Gods...
To slay the lie-fire smoking muck...
Foaming from the death-dragon's forked tongue...
Singing their Happy Motto...
They are already Dead a long time ago
It's time for
The obtuse W one
Never play the boss
Old and young
Hellicane category: 4-POLITICAL