Occupy That
the hippies are right,
because they're being picked,
like junkie scabs.
They smell something foul,
the tamborines and cell phones pulsate
its time for another great push
into the devils face.
Plastic tents and dirty feet
circles of fury in fiery streets....
HEY Old ones, this is no game -
this is a fight to purge poisons from the black lungs of america..
Back into hot pink innocense.
No more politically correct B.S
the nest is burning the hatchlings are jumping
to the concrete
for better or worse
to build a new nest...
now occupy that!
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2012
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