This stinking cesspit of human filth
sucking the wealth of the country
into the Opulent Wasteland
Even rats living in their own shit
don't crowd together in so many millions
eating their young and puking blood
If you planted a giant white mushroom
in this garbage heap the Opulent Wasteland
it would be no loss to the world
No enslaved masses would mourn
I flee civilization heading west
leaving behind the Opulent Wasteland
the taste of ash in my mouth
the burning fuel the melting asphalt
unnoticed by the Cyborg the reactionary
I head into the fire
First published in Croydon Times, December 1994.
