Bourgoise feaces
on proletariate faces
a good life can be found
just swim accross the sound
Golden fleeces
in locked up places
a multinational hydra wards
against any rewards
Drowning you in blight
you borrow your own rights
and pay back with interest
and drink up like George Best
Comments
Chundar | February 18, 2010 - 14:17
This is one of two poems I wrote around the words 'borgois feaces', it was penned just before the banks got caught out doing pretty much exactly as the poem describes