I've never felt a warm gun on an empty stomach.
1
A rising lantern for desperate folks.
Paling handprints on boarded up windows
D-Day for state supporters, a ring of racists
A wet dream for editors of gothic script papers
Years back, they started this.
2
Mowing down vital information, warning signs
Sugar-coated truth for the partially blind
Progression is rarely weighed up in traffic jams,
Campaigners binge watch enlightening programmes,
none of which institutionalise a compromise of freedom?
1 + 2
Falling for Westminster
Every night, the news at 10 -
Stomach simmers, dying butterflies
We are delivered a spent rhetoric. A loop.
Sample these dying butterflies.
Suits say they have a monopoly over our intentions...
Why. Do. They. Keep. Lying?