by Nick Gisburne
The city is a hole for fiends and freaks
To wallow in the guts of human greed.
The neo-mystic, struck before he speaks,
Was too reviled to lecture, or to lead.
She screams, the crazed political recruit,
Convincing only lunatics to vote.
The sick, offensive slogans on her suit
Are lies the true believers freely quote.
The murderous, apocalyptic man
Is quick to bring perversion to the game.
He swims in filthy waters when he can,
A paragon of prejudice and shame.
More criminals contaminate the streets,
The garbage that a greedy city eats.
