The Yes-men

Posted: June 16, 2014 in poetry
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The projectile sunrise is breaking before us.
We are the yes-men, the suck-ups, the scum-bags,
We’ll screw up the world until it squeals like our bitch.
We are the festering dirt under your fingernails,
We are the leprosy locked up in each moment of time,
We are the living embodiment of total depravity.
If anything’s broken we probably broke it,
It’ll keep breaking down and it will never be fixed.
If anything’s twisted, it’s probably our influence,
We’ll tear at the flesh like sharks and poison the mind,
And we leave very little behind.

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