Bora born

The dragon's first night out  _

Perrota's

busy biz

new year's eve's

usual fizz.

Yes, that's right

gently toned

earl grey's tea's

pleasure zoned.

Tables packed

candle lit

flickered light

thempla sit.

Chat away

pleasured talk

while outside

zombies walk.

To the cairns

esplanade

where they sit

on the grass

ready for

noise lit sparks

rendered by

thundered barks.

Quite a show

thempla see

sound stage floats

on the sea

in the bay

pontoons set

insurance

safety net.

Twenty twelve

ushered in

twelve long months

where truth spins

on it's way

through soft lives

smothered by
bought sold lies.

Times now set

ready for
gluttered greed

lost in wars.

Privatised

at long last

corporatised

jackal barks.

Dogs of war

hold the sway

you're asleep

Iran's dazed.

Here it starts

we're the ones

thugs learn from

death's re-runs.

Remember our

supertramps

seventies sons

vietnam's cramp.

Centuries crime

album named

lyrics sung

should be framed.

You're the real

suckered lot

lost in time's
self-filled plots.

While the world
passed on by

goats still grew

horn like eyes.

You were warned

you were told

of creatures

spawned in gold.

Ancient lines

blood their way

they're still here

you're away.

Fast asleep

out of tune

narcissus

like consumed.

Entertained

faceless books

memed by right's

spun out crooks.

Simple plans

control minds

religion's

master find.

Just keep quiet

don't rise up

the rapture's

meant for that.

Fool the dog

drop the bone

they want you're

pleasure zone.

Pass the bucks

your minds too

live your lives

inside zoos.

Read the books

Orwell's two

table's set

not for you.

Cockroaches

your new name

cartoon folk

feel no pain.

Animal

farm has been

their book of

dreams it seems.

The shadow moves

across the deep

wake up, fess up

you peopled sheep.

- O -

© jan 2012 _ Nhawrr yirrpa


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