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Squalor God - Bruce V. Bracken's All-Purpose Poetry Thing

Eat whatever hits you on the head
LSD and acid eats your head
Orwell's nightmare fifteen years too soon
On this animal farm, débris-strewn

Wallow in your muddy Eden
Dream of the day you'll get even
Good intention chain gangs will shine
You, Squalor God, and tend your shrines
See if they wash you clean

There's no effort that's immune
From your Pike St. Kristallnacht
Live's work you'll destroy or loot
While we die for all, live for naught

Wallow in your muddy Eden
Dream of the day you'll get even
Good intention chain gangs will shine
You, Squalor God, and tend your shrines
See if they wash you clean

© 2001 Bruce V. Bracken