Bad Apples

So what should I wear to the party?

Top hat and smile like I don’t get high?

Believe me here there is no morning

That is not my calling, not my calling.

Bad apples

Barrels of them

Maniacs on red carpet

Carpet –market bomb politics

Through the hoops and shoot in that direction soldier

Spooky isn’t it?

Take your pick here

Jingle jangle

Tides washing up tits, toes, and heads crumbled into mangle

All the bits coming home in body bags

And what am I right this second if not your friend?

Spooks and agitators

Nukes and incubators

Dangle your carrot, that, that, that’s right

I don’t care either

So how much jangle are you earning?

Mangling up humanity

Killing our magnanimity, softly

That’s my question

Have a break

Have a kit-kit-catch up

Pups!

Mums and dads biting baby’s heads off

Supper isn’t worth the suffer

Butter cookie baby monsters

Is that you there in the picture?

Wands in hands that don’t wave magic

Tragedy on tap 24/7

That’s the real picture

My pictures perfect

Gandhi dandy

Does that make sense

It does make sense doesn’t it?

Brother I’m on a roll

Roll over, lay down play dead

Sorry not my bed

Not my crumb

I want the whole biscuit

Not some twisted version baked in dough

Tiny Bono fashion statements

Pass me the camera

Watch me hit the off button

Quick fix elixir heaven nets catching no one

Sad truths killing us