Sickness

Blink, blink.
A broken mechanism.
The cracking joint and snapping bone.
The useless cunt with which all is compared.
Modern-day Jesus, to those with nothing better to do.

Cigarette smoke in reverse waterfall motion,
polluting a fresh, new breeze.
The whores and their sons crying on corners,
the police beating a man for the colour of his skin.

Oil-haired heretics snorting lines of snow,
their pupils exploding violently in chemical orgasm.
Lightening-faced lesbian telling mother that she prefers a pussy,
fuck-head father beats her to a pulp.