they come through the cracks 
Category: Writing and Poetry 

sunday's slowness
lazy cats
mall rats
I need to rest
to be my best

not for me
but I have responsibilities
anomalies
these immovable trees
this life's living disease
this body oil grease
this mind fucking tease

these people
fucking sheeple
they bite the hand
plague the land
like grains of sand
they're everywhere

like locust
gotta stay focused
have to compete
with the ants
that never stop
they want my last morsel

they come through the cracks
they flood my world
people pollution
there's no solution
they multiply
right before my eyes

there's not enough
left to share
they don't care
they come
for your food
to spoil your mood

to rape you blind
can't even unwind
on boats and trains
and aeroplanes
human stains
with seething veins

they come
they never stop coming
and in the end
when there's no more food
they'll be in a bad mood
the whole damn brood

they'll eat eachother
sister brother
sultry lovers
these selfish fucks
In their polluting trucks

their blinged out escalades
with their little sexcapades
their hunger wins in spades
they'll eat the flesh
steal the bones
til there's one mother fucker
left alone

and that poor excuse
for a piece of rotting shit
will wonder what the fuck happened
he was just following the advice
they gave him in school
sad little fool
dripping with drool

thought it was his manifest destiny
to pillage all that is sacred
and fuck you twice on sunday's
for your troubles
bend you over doubled
and reem you
for no good fucking reason

it must be the season
to just destroy the world
and all that is holy
so come you fucks
in your gas guzzling trucks
come have your fill

you mindless thiefs
you won't be grieved
you'll be soil and leaves
I'll be bringing in the sheaves
hanging low
with my sweet chariot
someone's gonna carry me home