We careen through the confetti
\nand graffiti of our lives like Attila
\nand his warriors with ever sharper knives.
\nWe confess our sins like flatulence
\nand then we sin again like recyclic
\ndrunks and addicts who pretend<\/p>\n
that nothing really matters except
\nbellies, cocks and cunts: we always fill
\nthe former and the latter pair are stunts;
\nif you want to get in touch with us
\nyou’ll wait around for months
\n’cause we’ll not wake up till then.<\/p>\n
Glory, glory, shoot your mouth off
\nin your head; glory, glory, spend the
\nrest of your life in bed; glory, glory,
\nstuff your face-hole until you’re
\nfed. You can pillage the Earth
\nand rape the sky: who cares, if
\nyou end up dead? (Repeat.)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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