metaphrastic tendencies
just woken up in a broken country
no new hope for those
without the funding
without the freedom
the paper nation
fearing a twisted invasion
locked up at the gatepost
those on busted boats are shunted
and pardon my metaphrastic tendencies
I'm dragging my knuckles
on the concrete trees
the neon beer-stains
the lime-flavoured holdens
the fuck off we're full mentality
- the spasticity
of these cites
these rural cuntscapes
under bonnets
seeking solace in the suspension
the detention of children
is barely an offence to them
scuse my metaphrastic tendencies
according to the idiotic
mediocracy, the bent
and busted idolatry
of cheap authentic
chinese things
and digital
residuals
we eat pills
and pills
and pills
and flourescent
corporate vegetables
and special special beers
that taste like beer
that look like beer
but scanty chicks
in shiny skin
deliver these
in packs
amusingly
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