The princess standing on a massive turd.

Frozen excrement expanding in the streets

as we decorate our footprints.

Mania sprayed from mechanical clouds

emerging as empty thought.

Manufactured inertia running out to nowhere

walls paved with corporate religious digitech

drowning in a sea of rotten eyes

that only look down.

Seek through the wrecked fast food cathedrals

the forgotten knowledge

of the first painter's cave

and spirit's pigmentation,

of the monk's beard and the witch's pussy

meeting to crush away

the hasty grids of the enforced unreal

and the shit feeders who sleep

in its cursed android embraces.