A Rancid Odour Poem by Kelvin Rush

A rancid odour clouds the air
To begin this gruesome seedy affair
The royal elites politicians and banksters
Cannibals unfathomables the Rothschilds and gangsters

Diverting the cause of corruption and wealth
Planning to keep all the spoils for themselves
Dealing in chaos bringing everyone down
Anything goes when these clowns are in town

Eating hors d'oeuvres sipping French wine
Dribbling at the thought of more torture and crime
Planning more terror in the first degree
Lock the front door and throw away the key

Cloak-and-dagger and the infamous crown
The scent of Mick Jagger and Lulu the clown
It's all just part of the cunning game
Delusion confusion treating everyone the same

A rancid odour clouds the air
Prepare for the attack
Never stand still run as fast as you can
And never ever look back