Dear Miss Prisoner
Dear Miss White World, Ravage the stale bread they feed you A wound-up broken girl tool… Spew out lies and venom directed to burn - Say he wanted to hurt you because his beauty threatened your screaming church and the tide has turned… But the tide is headed for you, vast and fearless… And yes we’re time travellers that gaze through your existence… Dear Sir White World, Shape my body into faecal… Suck my beauty then call me the devil… Crawl to the place you don’t have to face that peepshow of you - jelly-gentlemen slaver Curse and jerk and burp on your prisoner… Everything gross in this space of slaughter It’s not a space, it’s a stain… And the trees you’ve used for your strangest fruit game- Will spear into you, make you choke and shake As they remove your poison from the soil you rape… And you won’t escape the centuries of hate at your squirming evil that stalls our great - Cowardly clowns and decked-out fakes No, not now, it’s far too late...