Thursday 20 April 2017

Start Spreading the Fake.

Truth oh truth
Where for art thou?
Slipping from the lips
Of the bat-winged frau
Not very likely
My comrade-less friend
All tories give over
Is take and bend

Scratching the surface
Of cloudy vision
The mission is corrupt
As is a decision
No finishing line
Will save, nor unite
There's futile fists
A fighter-less fight

Spreading the fake
Like digital cake
Big data creator
Trolls march on
Rile up the libs
And lame the socialists
Tories with stories
Jack-afucking-nories







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