Whores...

Severly lacking in elegant stride
the catwalk dogs stray far behind
fall to their knees for one hell of a story
suck on trees for infinate glory

the whores of media
selling their souls
so the talking heads
will keep them on toes

so hide your lies in glossy finish
believe in rinse, repeat, diminish

and the clock strikes 10, the eager ear
drops to the floor
like the pin it strains to hear
what the hell are they fighting for
... so its hell they're fighting for...
camera, lighting, signals of war
labeled chairs
blank eyed stairs
recorded lives
shared affairs

so its the fear in them
thats taken hold
its the uncertainty
thats taken control...



~EL
They filled me full of drink
And led me round the rooms
Naked and cold and grinning
Until everything went black
And I came down spinning
I awoke so drunk and full of rage
That I could hardly speak
A fag in a whale bone corset
Draping his dick across my cheek
And its into the shame
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Comments

  • soulsingingsoulsinging Posts: 13,202
    i like it... very appropriate for the times i say. captures where the hysteria and sensationalism of today's world...

    conor
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