by Nick Gisburne
“What ludicrous tomfuckery is this?
A world of stupid, sick, self-righteous men
Beyond the slightest doubt you might dismiss
It’s time for me to punish you... again
With all the space I give you, still you fight
So blinded by the borders on your maps
To prove your petty politics are right
You risk your own inglorious collapse
The planet is a shit show. Quelle surprise
My fault. My bad. I really should have known
That even with a dangerous disease
You’d hide behind your hate to save your own”
And Bob said, “Fetch my toga. Hold my beer
And let there be some good, old-fashioned fear”
