Then only perspiration persists
Laboring to deliver money
Making production into anal reduction
Farting the fetid winds of false favors
Bitterly diffusing public behavior
Into a blur of empty promises
Shrouding hope with the poison of despair
Where there’s absolutely no repair.
Such fear forces fierce policing
Fleecing humor from every rumor
Tightening the gate of opportunity
To let pass only those asses
Tethered to the tune of normality
The usual form of community.
