SHITTING ENGLAND BY THE POUND

Rustling gently the worlds below co-lapse and falter 
On the alter of obscurity,
Bellowing anger in constant upheaval, 
I care above the captors.
Talcum scent under my armpit nothing there to cancel it,
Scare the blunder, darnit, something there to smother it.

Growth outgrows its purpose, slanted metal surface,
Cashmere rubs against itself, 
Virtue put upon the shelf,
Carnage doth appear in time, when attempts are made,
To clean the grime.
Shades of pockmarks filter you irridescent smile,
Tantalize me, I will lick your tile.

Falling, Taller, Balder, with more hate,
Crawling, all her Baldus, I mean Kate.
Neo luscious sinderblocks incorporate the ground,

Shitting England By the Pound.

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