My Bad
Homogeneous rulers with monotonous rulings,
Can we really think of any other kind?
Incorrigible dissidents shooting out pestilence
Against doctor killers who believe in intelligent design.
Vultures with sadistic contentment, the white doves are packing heat,
A war between whores, for resources galore
And a bastard child with no shelter, water or meat.
Hobo's gone wild!
Intransient dwellings, with only one feeling of harpaxophobia.
The walls are alive!
And so am I, sane waging warriors with agateophobia.
A culture of rape, war and plunder,
Resources gone under, for they are all that we’ve never had.
Bastions of mad men, bashing at sad men
Blasting out semen, with only two words....

My bad