Cold Turkey War Poem by ENO SUTRAMAN

With the notion of cold war
In Media and the World Wide Web
Information is dead
lies are dancing with cold turkey
In your head Instead;
Billionaires poor breadwinners,
Buy islands with bunkers and sinners
Give diamonds to refugees at dinners,
Cleaners wash bankers with champagne,
Cannibals and rape at war declared sane,
If you have not already fainted,
You certainly must be sainted
Refrigerated to Cold Turkey degrees
Paid sent and delivered overseas
With tomahawks and circus seal
Where the Pill kneel for pregnancy deal
With firefighters and clergy -
Here it was cold turkey news
The End, the Boss Refuse...