Golden tombstones
the standard McYik song.
Live, its a shouty, order-fest, heaps of fun.
I
Need
to eat.
We have to feed.
The placid in line
are easily
pleased.
Drink
colour sugar.
Eat
mutant seed.
Something this
simple,
such a
harmless
deed?
More than food
consumed?
Its nowhere
next to need.
So
we become the fat
for other teeth’s
greed.
The kids are in the playground.
Playing
with a clown
named
death.
Parents endorse
cos
parents
know
best!
And I will meet you
under the golden tombstones.
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