Poetry

Nut Community

written by: alf hickey

Go and have an enema
Psychopathic bozo
Pump all day, the crud that fills your soul

Go to your Sanitorium in the Penthouse
In your prime office real estate
Keeping us safe in your 50 storey loony bin

Your unfaithfulness, your bullying of those below
The cause of all the illnesses
You sick psycho bastards

Go and sit on your pompous throne
Doctors healing us from sanity
You warped arse wipes

From you come our anxieties
Our pain, misery, slavery to your Money God
You lust at our cost

We suffer from your diseases
Like branches of the trees we suffer
Addicting us for your Piggy Bank God

On the top of the tree, you place your sign
You warped sick sack of shit
You feed the roots with our blood

Well the little ones are rising again
The little sheep is suffering
And the shepherd is pissed, super pissed

His heavenly boot will kick your arse
Out of the fold, even the pen
To the muck which you want and are