Come and take it
Go ahead and take it all away
Over my dead and naked body can you take it
I say again because you're asking
You can have it when you snatch it from my last breath
Bring a tray and catch it draining from my brain inside the basket
Or task an orderly to forcibly coerce me into forfeiting
That's the sort of thing that's sure to be a more sporting form of earning it
I'm learning that you want an earnest story of a former rebel turned to glory
But you love it even more when they force me
In the cages you constructed that you swore were for the torturer
With state-supported wardens, corporations unreformable
Bored of staring barely blinking at the horror show before them
Chain-link gardens growing more and more stories under cordon
Born in hardened soil the slow-boil itch of your perdition
Too late for regrets now you will learn
What you did begets what we do when it's our turn--and how
The turning of the screw started
Ahead of the burning witch that turned you
We've been burning our dead in rows two by two
While you hold your nose in holy meme repose
Your wrist screams thus WHAT WOULD JESUS DO--
Fuck a peace with you, fuck appeasement too
I want a piece of you like fucking sweetbreads, with every reason to
'Tis the season too, I see red and break your body with the bread
Keep a little for myself and leave the rest for all the rest of us
Leak the earnings that you're steeped in
Keeping from the harvest that you reaped then
When you said it was the burden of the freed men
To light upon the world and then to see them fucking off it
To silence and to murder all to turn a fucking profit
You were awful now you're offal and you're serving when you feed them--the end
