Familiar Faces, Familiar Faeces

Familiar faces, familiar faeces,

I’ve seen and heard this shit before.

The rich look after their own interests,

Whilst pissing all over those of the poor.

We’re apes we have hierarchies!

We shouldn’t expect more or less!

But should we as we have a conscience?

With empathy we have been blessed.

Familiar faces, familiar faeces,

I’ve seen and heard this shit before.

The greed that stops the wealth of immigration.

Through Brexit or a fucking Wall.

Cleave Unto Myself

I’m wasting away

Into small puffs of nothing

If that’s what you want

I’m numb, yet warm

Always looking for more

So I wait until you leave

Then undress and start to pray…

My secret-lover’s hymnal sticks to me like static-cling

And his deliverance stares at me like a taunt

My needs have become bees that swarm

Buzzing and biting deep in my core

Until suddenly…me, myself, and I…cleave