Rest In Pieces ( First draft )

I’d go and piss on your grave

But you’re not in it yet

I’d like to see you there soon

But I’m not taking bets

It’s all back handers and nods

To keep your lifestyle sweet

And when the income falls short

Your lynch mobs hit the street

Keep them placated and dumb

Or kill by any means

You may have taken some lives

But hell we have the Dream

Just sit there up to your neck

In other peoples’ faeces

While they let loose the dogs

To rip it all to pieces


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