Middle Finger Response

Bowl of cherries in Waskasoo 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, mother fucking, cock sucking 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

Because this census indicates and this atlas has related

Three billion humans I haven't irritated

I've got a lot of work to do. Three billion people

That's three billion snotty fuck you's

Fuck you, fuck all of you