Capitalism is spent

Capitalism

The poor’s prison
couldn’t hold us we have no value
binned in the sin bin
the void is massive and not narrow
unless you go to Eaton or Harrow
you will never get to be an MP
and make a change to the system or stats
Life was made for fat cats and bankers
don’t worry I can just about afford the bus you wankers
we live in a free country or are we free but dumb
Is there any real freedom?
in the rat race chase for digital money
if we make a loss, print some more or take out a loan
quantitative easing splurge your money on wanton distractions
Tv,computers, phones, the system works in subtraction
take away all your time so you cannot rebel
Welcome to hell and the shell of system
we are organised enough to make a change?
life is too hard to rearrange?
When we work in our family packs
like dogs or other animals
human beings working for own destruction
the planet is being destroyed by plastic and green house gases
while we too distracted by prosthetic tits and asses
getting them done or seeing them on show
sex opium it’s the new scent
no wonder capitalism is spent.

A punk prayer

A punk prayer

A leather studded glove
A love for the obscene
I’d like to f*ck you it’d be my dream
Mohawks and tats
Never mind the bollocks you tw*ts
Chains of thick metal
and studs and hoops
Groupies and groups of the disaffected
Reflected in the eyes of your sunglasses
Tartan mini skirts and asses
Anarchy in the eyes of the youth
Paint the town red
Amen in the eyes of new gods
men and women