Meltdown
Grab a joblot of high definition TVs
Great pictures for you, great movies for me.
So many facilities here for jiffy-jolly fun.
PIty the hoi-polloi who speak patois-rum.
Four vibrant ghosts came singing round here today
Rounded up by cops seeking to blow their blues away.
We said amen to their flat soft voice purr-drawl
Telling black kids 'you ain't wanted round here'.
Viciously vexated vigilantes ain't about to disappear,
Real-life-ghostly benefits will hardly ever reappear:
Pass the money to me, to you, to you, to me.
Fear anonymous gnomes who fiddle with the dosh-$-€-£-¥
Fund-global-financial-crisis-for the benefit of the few
Nothing, except in adverts, is really sparkly-new.
Remember killing kids, every day, that's what the money-men do
Dont cringe away from the killIng fields of Africa, the Middle East, American slums, too.
Avoid virtue-signalling wokeish affluent vicious bums
Who spout stripped-down meaningless jargon and close down debate
They No-platform the virus-crew, police the language, that's what they do.
Sanctuary towns will drown in coagulating blood,
Such a small portion of humanity is actually
Doing any fucking good?