Bowl of cherries in Waskasio Creek

A sylvan way of life for those who seek

none beyond a parkland mall

This land scape oasis now feigns city hall

And they call this peace

Not how it seems to me

Sugar-coated disease

Buckle at the knees

Your members of Parliament

lining their garments

with hides of the masses

their heads stuck up their asses

Bald little soldiers

Flags sewn to their shoulders

This insight spawns despair.

Why am I not part of this?

Pine cone wealth and cedar-fence bliss?

All your novel themes that keep you amused

on your way to the Canadian,

flag-waving-aryan, motherfuckingcuntsucking dream!!!

Oh yeah!

Nobody cares about the state of affairs

You can turn blue in the face

but you cannot erase

Oblivious to the obvious

I'm making perfect sense

but I'm not getting through

Progress overdue

But!!!

...don't expect to find me with a note left to be read

Pistol in my hand and

a bullet in my head

this census indicates

and this atlas has related

3 billion humans I haven't irritated

I've got a lot of work to do

3 billion people

That's 3 billion snotty fuck you's.

Fuck you

Fuck all of you