The Apple Is Mine To Bite
For reasons I can’t go into here, so I will
prostitution media
what do you mean what do I mean?
surely, surely, surely you see it?
city slick pricks tailoring the seams to fit what seems to be
moulding the dream to fit what’s said to be
and it’s always been this way or so they tell us
Who decides? you decide, why sure you do,
brand A, brand B, brand C….Pope bubblegum
high fashion Jesus in a bottle, wait it gets better
Jesus naked on a catwalk, that’s my favourite one right there
hey ho, the apple is mine to bite, Tarantino pulp sculpt
the mucketh that runneth the cuppeth over
Tyson bite sized chunk, a pennies worth too small for the mention really…really?
the tiniest of the tiniest playing the tiniest of the tiniest
just the way you like it, rolled the way ya pipe it up
I mean who wants a lolipop?
‘and the award goes to the black man with the Nike swastika on his shoulder’
what do you mean what do I mean?
I’ve seen it with my own eyes
Sin City brains popping out all over the place
fun for all the family
virtual Kissinger package
bags and bags of racket in a bottle
fifty different kinds of soda, fifty different kinds of pop, we want more
shop till you drop from our shop
buy your little piece of posh from our floor
wait it gets better, better off wallpaper-people setting the standards
as if
sisters screaming out for new tits
the mind boggles
choose life, choose life above illusion
choose a big new dandy dick for daddy baby
choose botox baby
rubber lip heaven
rubber lip heaven if ya don’t mind
where was I?
The apple is mine to bite,
Gary-Gordon-Glitter-Brown types raping our children,
I know it, you know it, they know it, and do ya know what?
no one wants to listen, no one wants to listen
third world poverty Glasgow city
what do you mean what do I mean?
look out your bloody windows…….plush costs
count the costs yourself
surely, surely, surely you see it
fee-fiefdom-foe-fumble-glory-hunters up to all kinds of naughty, naughty
bellicose, Berlusconi lots spoiling the pot for everyone
”what’s the frequency Kenneth?” is right – at least they’re not killing our children
that’s who’s mother?
that’s your mother?
surely not?
your father, your brother, your sister, your God
how does one spell reality?
Enterprise Utopia
how to take the bull down by the horns and out
believe you me I’m already talking it
I’m walking it right now at the time of
turning old dimes over and nailing them down
hum your haws, hum your haws
tell me what’s wrong with that
and to think Mary the Virgin almost had me
Anthropos Metron Panton
the apple is mine to bite
my world
my page
my day
my night
my family
my table to cut bread
my temple to burn.
