Call ourselves a global village
(as we scrape off our human cysts)
don't talk, just stink, don't think, just scream.
Come visit Africa,
She's in room 86 of that old folks home with dry rot.
Jesus in a dumpster- just a brick in old wall,
last saw daylight in 1254
Every problem we ever had,
becomes a spoilt crib brat- every hour, on the hour.
Your too educated to be working-
our severance pays called death.
Still by 2012 all will be well...

Like a rat on ketamine being roasted alive for a subscribing audience of billions*.
   
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