Market Forces

What is the best way to take it, rhinoceros horn?
Powder form, sprinkled onto adrenochrome chowder?
As for your weather engineering, if the peeps
Are very, very sinful, God will send an angry angel
Down to strike the air that surrounds their sector,
Felt as a series of shocks. So you can tell
He’s interfering. It was as if the house had had a heart attack.
But when there’s blood on the streets, that is the best time to buy,
And you can be kept informed thanks to the screen:
The screen that sucks the life out of its viewers.

I’ve been narrowly missing the puddles on my way
Back from Asda – not really wanting to risk it. It is so easy to slip
When it comes to blood. We need some rain
To wash it away, at least for today – for tonight
The sky will be redder than sunset behind the rooves that remain.
Blood improved by fear fetches an amazing price
According to an observer. Neighbours keep describing kids
With emaciated bodies hooked up to intravenous drips
So as to be drained of blood and adrenal fluid.
When anything’s taken too far it tends to go a bit further.

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