When You Live As A Boy

the minister of health and youth. sends his son to sell crack.
he gets the profit. the son gets the crap.
here, where the mothers are pimps. blackmail daughters to sell smack.
to the judge and to the priest.
you play a game like cricket. in the garden of blood
"and when you live as a boy. you better shut your mouth.
or when you live as a boy. you give them a scent of blood. or they break your neck"
literature is dead. because you know everything about death. anyway.
hearts are fireutted hooks. tar benzoel and murder-oxide. fire's our blood
the ministry of law and order is dancing on our grave. and rave!
decade is rottening nicely. and self-enjoyable. the mothers of courage
try to play their role in perfection. but their seats are cheap. and the lodge is empty. anyway
masonic lies hang like cobwebs. from a ceiling of baroque stucco.
sometimes angry young men. climb up and hang on ceiling. peeing on the lodge's chairs.
but they are empty. anyway