Derelict Offal Enterprise


 

Bulging wallet speaks,

mouth-yawning ties and pomade,

big money spluttering;

blah, blah, wah, wah,

poverty,

blah, blah, wah, wah,

immigration,

leaving imploring plaintive pleas unheard.

 

We are strapped

to the waters,

diving, every last breath taken,

exhausting

the heart and soul,

the ocean swelling,

the ancient drum-beat,

Weary of dorsal fins,

on watch for the

over-tested, under-fed,

On drugs, off the grid.

.

And You,

Big business of banal banter,

You proselytize, colonize,

clamber, Reach To The Top,

before it all comes tumbling down,

beaten to death

with wallets of worthless words

and derelict dribble

that has no place,

No place in this place.

April 27, 2012

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