Livid on a wealthy breadline.

Another day, another dreary whine

willing death to take the boredom away,

the endless walking into walls and closed doors

the stale ideas and decay circled

amongst this mob of dull vampires

twisted with ignorance; boring nihilists

fat with the glut of young and feeble

fed to them fois gras-esque by elected handlers.

Give us this day our daily hate

yee media informers

who prod through the bars

and dispense pitchforks to the faithful

before directing them to the hanging tree

and the sacrifice.

The insurmountable wealth required

to plug into these rotten cells

run into decrepitude by some slumlord

or other.

To live beside a filthy, unkempt road;

mine is to take the sanctioned tonic

and roll out with the damned,

mine is to sift through the poisonous crumbs

and be grateful for these offerings

if only we could be viewed from hell

those consigned to the pit would

surely dance naked around the fires.