14 September 2016



we cling to the great curve

with our suicide pants

bunched around our ankles

and our arses hanging in the wind

we long ago abandoned

any pretence of modesty

and our protestations of innocence

sound ironic given our circumstances

the generation of conspicuous consumption

have full bellies and empty aspirations

all we seek in the theatre of distraction

is the instant gratification of minor vices

and the reassurance that we are good people

despite overwhelming evidence to the contrary


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