Belch a song of love at me
And I’ll sing away your heart

There’s no poverty in sabotage
But I’ll write on your garage

Pick to pieces my broken melody
While I’m throw up on your lawn

There’s paradise at the end of the lane
And I think they’re watching porn

Light a firework of sympathy
And watch the bullets ricochet

On your crystalline television,
Games of wartime we shall play

Concentrate and liberate,
Salsa blindly to the moon

The air is thick with industry
The future will be here soon

#365DaysOfPoetry