And in the death
As the last few corpses lay rotting on the slimy
thoroughfare

The shutters lifted in inches in Temperance Building
High on Poacher's Hill
And red, mutant eyes gaze down on Hunger City

No more big wheels

Fleas the size of rats sucked on rats the size of cats

And ten thousand peoploids split into small tribes
Coverting the highest of the sterile skyscrapers
Like packs of dogs $$#aulting the glass fronts of Love-Me

Avenue
Ripping and rewrapping mink and shiny silver fox, now
legwarmers

Family badge of sapphire and cracked emerald
Any day now
The Year of the Diamond Dogs


"This ain't Rock'n'Roll
This is Genocide"