Saturday, February 25, 2017

the compromising positions


The shit falls
On everyone's head
Now we realise
We got hit!

Every institution head
Nothing is clear anymore
Every action seems compromise
We can't hold our heads high

The smell of the bad
We can cover the holes
The air we breathe however
We have to hold our noses

The last python
Growing too heavy to run
It can only squeeze tight
But the sword is falling down

A short breathing space
It can't run out for long
The tiring mind and face
The fall into disgrace


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