Reign of the Quisling-Rodents

MAGGOT PEOPLE

15 Away From your destination’s bay? Wherefore are you bound, beautiful ship! With sails of green, red and yellow Going so many receding knots away Over the murky, monster-ridden waters Of stormy, smelly seas like these? With rotted helm in cannibals’ clutches You sail on Against the tides Of stormy, smelly seas like these. Tell me, O! Beautiful ship, How many million league’s more from here – In these rainy nights and days – Is anchorage? MAGGOT PEOPLE Look, O priviledged eyes, here Where I reside Opposite fiction’s creepy places Can’t you see, O azure eyes, me; This endangered specie With habitat here, right here Where red-hot surfeit flows, lava-like Greed-scorching the earth? In what millennium, O! Time to come, shall I be A survivor 16 Of the ego-holocaust; Escapee from this Auschwitz of grab And swallow And your lungs quaver With syphilis night and day As I drink From your cornucopia of rheum Coughed out of infected sore throats My body lotion – as you know – is A mixture Of pus from your strangulated hernia Incised By the stiletto sun And slime from your children’s running noses, Still I rub my glazed face with it as I carry on my south bound shuffle This, To keep me moving in unrighteous paths Look, O! affluent eyes, my way Where you reside in me Like maggots in the carcass of a lion HEADLINES A thousand days sleep and wake On Massive Fraud Uncovered... Issue after issue Malversational drudgery ...