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Wednesday, September 21, 2011
THIS SIDE OF LEAFY SUBURBS
Naked kids play about a heap of smelly garbage
Adjoining the swollen pit latrine,
Mind you watered WCs are tales
In this side of leafy suburbs.
In this side of leafy suburbs
Mansions are caved out of earth
Paved yards are a muddle of thick mud
Below power line above super pipeline
Just waiting for roast-human-flesh time..
Come see for your self brother
Drunken landlords banging cracking doors
Desperate tenants peeping through cracking walls
Counting on seconds before Lucifer breaks loose
Remember violent bulldozer-evictions are inevitable
In this side of leafy suburbs.
In this side of leafy suburbs
Children dread nightfall
When utter darkness brother to bedbugs reigns
Don't think about it if it happens to rain
In this side of leafy suburbs, aha
People are in-laws with complaints-no-gain-lots of-pain.
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