Fury For the Masses Ii
It was always for the dyeing.
See the amazing
two headed asexual
gang of socialite housewives
revealed on prime time
for their anti-social media
love for handguns god N bubblegum.
Fury for the Masses.
The world is a stage
while the media is the ringmaster.
See the worker drone,
secretary, CEO of corporation greed go
militaristic and dispense
its own brand of prime time primal justice,
as gang banger teenager transient militant
Aspires for 15 minutes of fame,
Eternal shame
Each one a you tube star
or tick tock dance god
Each out for blood
out of time
out of work,
out for sex
out for violence
kill you for nothing
at all but because
it’s something to do
on a Saturday night
or the bank note you tote
drugs must flow
as the beat drops and grows
Fury for the Masses...
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