Parasites To Be Buried

Mosey along, the martyr strode Mishmashed mouthpiece- An emblem crusted implode What struck him dusty- A fanciful future Rhymed in dust heaps Communal swelling The measure is conspicuous We've been trained To magnify the magician's farm Glowing on the backs Of extracted wealth Misery soon follow The amped up road rage Within a city's targeted swallow Makes motion corrosive And divine beings, we ransack For gas guzzling chase All tongue-in-pie spasms When magnetic plates quake Find your parallel If you can listen The phonetic flowers drawn ghostly No hurry Just parasites to be buried