You pray to angels with dirty wings,
Buy mercy and sell it,
Your rotten selfishness fucking stinks,
Dozens of cities smell it.
Your dirty sluts own golden cunts,
Justice smells just like dough,
Bribes, euro-bucks and some public stunts
At crusty First Channel’s shows.
Your cash green eyes and your whiskey blood
Rule pointless decisions,
You, big knobs’ dicks, are too deep in mud
Far beyond your own vision.
Newspapers vomit your ugly words,
Your promises are inflated,
The laws have turned into global swords,
The world is humiliated.
I love it…
beautifully rhythmic, the slang words could be ugly but the weaving of them and the rhythm is too much fun not to get roped in. And the frank meaning of your poem is such an important message…thanks mate
Very raw and real