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When the world awakes the dead are annoyed.

I’ll be sleeping in late

turning and tossing this world into numerous pieces.

Leaving behind fires of great destruction in my woolly lair.

Trying to keep these expensive walls in place.

Going nowhere.

Pregnant virgins serve the bored weird haircut emperors

ruling these comic surroundings.

They keep coming back from their private inferno

climbing these small-time hills dressed as idiots.

I’m never getting up.

Within these wicked arms

I could lay down forever.

There is nothing wrong with love except we forgot all about it.

Sun climbs to its place.

Trucks from a far chasing the dawn,

leaving deep cracks in the pavement.

Moving crap

from left to right

from here to there.

Up and down to somewhere.

All the women looked great last night.

Rome burning,

moths swarming.

Reminding us this is nowhere.

Outside leaking souls pour out into smartly invested sewers.

Dead as dust waiting for some rain.

They ‘re dragging in the bodies from the muddy roads again.

Beaten with random excuses to a certain end.

When they reached the border they stacked them up like empty batteries.

A freakish billboard some weird futuristic energy source.

Built high enough for the townspeople to see.

I think Johnny; black will be the colour I’ll be wearing today.

Another day on the rack

that cheating woman

is never coming back.