Red Eyed Steel Jawed Animal

Two milk bottles of piss on the wall,
Milkman standing tall and wobbly,
Word slurring 
Eyes rolling 
Into the cinema of the skull
Playing a one man show 
Shrouded in stormy static 

The darkness is falling over
Our big drunk
Falling into the alleyways
Into f*g ridden puddles of brown
Murky carbon monoxidated water

The leaves are falling, 
It’s winter’s turn to play
Her game of chills and slips
Spreading icy blankets on those
Fallen few left exposed 
To its frosty madness

Those dammed fools locked in the air
Moaning at the cold for being 
Moaning at their shrieking livers
Crying out for bread and water
Crying out for a God

Morning rises with vengeful lust
A million commuters opening 
Their eyes so loud
So loud that the birds fly 
In fear and the waters 
Of the Thames ripple up and up 
To waves of white foamy horses 
That cruise to nowhere 
That make battle with concrete banks
Only to be forgotten 
In a moment

The drunks are sleeping still
Eyes curtained from 
The sun’s volcanic glare
In the depths of the dreams 
Of the ravenous alcoholics 
Who prowl the streets at dark 
For bronze coins 
Filled with disillusions
Mumbling madnesses to themselves
In the bitter metropolitan night
Crazy on cheap cider so strong 
It burns the insides
Kills them slowly
Carefully blended poison
Exterminating 
Taking out the trash 
One by one they fall

Lady tramp is not far behind
You can hear her heels clacking 
You can hear her smile cracking
For it’s sound is deafening
Soaring across
The crooked skyline
Into cool nothingness
She has money from questionable means
We find out the means 
Our stomachs twist and turn 
Brewing nasty sickness
The detailed act of utter degradation
Too unbearable to civilised ears
Her heart screams silently
Gasping for air
Her lungs deflating into big sloppy
Grey vessel pancakes
Bronchioles dripping
Soaking in maple mucus 

There is no place for them inside the machine
There is no place outside the machine
The machine with slobbering jaws 
Chomping feverishly
Feeding on stocks thrown 
Into its pit by greedy brokers
Desperate to keep their false idol running
Desperate to keep their fair monster alive

The all-knowing machine keeps 
The chosen few on its back
Whilst riding the waves of currency
As jaws drop on 
Paper skulls
The rest of us lie naked 
Screaming in its wake
Our souls crippled with credit 
And more credit and 

Debt

Debt 

Debt

And

Overdrafts that will keep us forever enslaved
On cold pavements 
Below the cardboard skypinchers
Poking their glass heads through the all-smothering 
Smoldering toxic smog
Of our sacred post modern society
Suffocating on its own guilt
Drowning in its sins
A city sinking into the ground 
As flames rise through the cracks
The city challenging god himself
In a final act of indignity 

Slaying the innocent 
And the humble
Leaving them cold dead frozen 
Outside of time
Praising the indulgent 
The greedy
For they are innovative,
Industrious
Entrepreneurs 
We shall turn a blind eye 
To the bad habits;
The bonuses 
Fast cars 
Paradise hookers 
Cocaine noses 
At the break of dawn
Red eyes squinting 
From penthouse suites up 
In the corporate skies
Devils in heaven watching 
The worker ants below
In the dirt
Laughing as we file out 
From the underground 
To our s****y box stations

Red
Eyed 
Steel 
Jawed 
Animal 
Existing on numbers

010010000100000100 

Numbers that 
Exist nowhere
But in our 
Feeble 
Unquestioning 
Minds

I too shall stand 
Along side the others
Staring into the eyes of the beast
With open arms
And accept my doom

Author's Note

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