Why do you think we reduced all the workers housing to
ashes?
Like beggars at a theft we stuffed our pockets and cared not
for truth or justice. Definitely not truth, only staged propped in blood.
This is us. Stare in the mirror. We cannot shed our skinless
whim. We are fake and construed.
Why did UKplc troopers not get a keek at the flakturms of Berlin
Why is everything small so huge and why are the massive so
miniscule?
Why?
Why is the lab rat call centre measured as GDP and the
gazillions pumped into the imaginings of banksters no where to be found? Why?
If 2 quadrillions of imaginings can lead to nothing, imagine
what 2 thousand dollars each could do. Or better; divine 2 quadrillions by 6
billions, got it?
How can any one of the Phukk D’Wittz that talk econobollox on the fools’ mirror not do the maths is of course an occulted mystery.
Why did Hamburg burn, why
did Berlin
If Tommy had seen just how well the square heads were housed
he’d have been even more pissed off than he was when he clocked the indoors bogs
of the Dutch. That’s why.
And then he got fed the holography of well fed stripy
pajama’d Kapos to really phukk him up.
So do not expect anything real from the witches’ subtle brew blown on Flanders
fields.
“In Flanders fields the
poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
InFlanders fields.
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In
