Lord of the trash
Pile up the gristle and race to the top. There's Nazis in the pigpen, elitists in the slop. Social media heroes in a false Saving grace. Why don't you go Murder the police, and shoot nazis in the face? When it all comes full circle it bites back with rows of teeth.
Shatter worn out notions, discard old ideas, burn down dead beliefs.
Slave to the grave, Herd like mentalities walk a path that's been paved. Bloody knees you'll beg for your scene to be saved. Just become a dirty kid when there is no longer a rave. Lowering the standards of a mundane lifestyle. Status quo justifies filth as a need. Consume everything to satisfy your hungrer and greed.
A parasitic life form, a human disease.
Victimize this, victimize that. I'll victimize you with a baseball bat. It's all about you on your Internet feed. It's all about you and your corporate greed. It's all about you on the cell phone screen. Devour rotten harvest from an ignorant seed.
Rewarding mediocrity with a fistful of cash. Messiah of empty praise, Lord of the trash.
Victimize this, victimize that. I'll victimize you with a baseball bat.
Copyright © Pauly Plaster J.R. | Year Posted 2017