Poison

Take your daily sip of poison

Pay your lazy slip of a tongue
Feel it seep into your pores
Keep it eating up your mores

Those lies buttress against a wall
They're now your lies you voted more
Push your foes off til they fall
News the news we always call

Tear your face off we have no more
Throw our spines off we need no more
Under earth the scales we grow
Here now comes the monster show

Begs the question is it not so
That I should clean your dirty soul
Small-time crooked mud-wallow
Evil were it not shallow

So we'll be spat out but will not
Be fit even for depths below
Just unending misery
Petty habits, slave to grow

So wrote, possibly hypocrite
But one who was sick at the sight
Of people's -- including his --
Inability to act.

And so goes the broken circle
Over and over again told
Should we be surprised even
Richard Nixon has got soul?

Same goes for our own no show, how
Well it had all started but you
Can only be blindsided
For so long, all the people

All the time, and so on and so
Forth, what any of it is worth
What is the way out of here, kind
Thief and saviour of this world?