I’m powered by pain,
that’s sponsored by Pepsi.
I’ll throw a brick,
with a brick blood manicure,
and my sensible shoes,
will suffocate my suffering.
I’ll hold your crimes above my head,
as I steal your streets,
until my arms break,
and your tangerine toddler tweets.
Lock me up,
hose me down,
I’m waterproof,
and I’ve drowned too many times,
to let you hold my head
at the bottom of the bath.
I am the dream he had,
we are your nightmare,
and your flag isn’t big enough,
to cover all our corpses.
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