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 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.

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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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1 Response to Market Forces

  1. Unknown's avatar Anonymous says:

    Great poem Anthony

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