Rock With Me

On the outer edges
of moralistic blue balls,
on the fringes
of bible belted laws.
Society, as we know it
History, as we know it.

Victoria’s purity has become
Victoria’s Secret.
The ruling class
hold on to their ass
by a thread of cash.
They live in fear
of the very things they spawn…
Homelessness,
hunger,
disease,
poverty,
ignorance.

Rock on, party on,
rock your lame asses,
Show the ruling classes
where the living is happening.
Break them down,
Take them down,
Until we are all truly equal.
Until there is freedom
and justice for all.

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