Saturday, May 7, 2011

The Birds, The Bees, And The Crabs

Count fetishes like sheep

Numbered fingers pruned

Too much time in the dead pool

Life is so disgusting at times

Queens lick salt from the pillar

Fertilize cybernetic embryos

Soon to create sentient disease

All the kings want is catharsis

Instead they breed more chaos

Then hide when our planet eats itself

Accidental starvation, tattered resources

See what your thoughtless impulse entails

The world exterminated for a quick orgasm

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