Here comes the rally
For something you dig-
Collective evil
In a six-pence wig;
Call up your Master-
Tell him it's fine,
Our decay
Smells of X-mas pine..
It is still raining
In Pluto-Japan;
She wrote her will
With a duty-free pen;
Black and white pictures,
Global ID-s,
Iraq and Vietnam-
P.S. in peace.
Brought up in ghetto-
Eyes on the back,
Lived well and buried
In Media sack...
Casting is over-
High time to pay;
Wake up your heroes
Dead Ones in Clay.
Dead Ones in Clay
© Copyright: Лиза Ройт, 2011
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