Brian Evans

Our Corporate Icons - Poem by Brian Evans

this iconic girl celeb me old mate,
lady gaga wears porterhouse steak;
oh dear, this not so pretty silly faggot’s
soon covered head to toe by fat maggots.
the little girls of the world in turn
to get the young beau they yearn.
copy this corporate bitch's jejune
modes and behavioral psychopathy
leads on to drugs and mad entropy;
parents long reduced to nothing,
wring their hands at crazed daughter's clothing
dad numbed and dumbed by six-packs
mum keeps buying to fix her face cracks
young Bill now craves to bite girl's necks
america's made him politically correct:
baseball cap and 'have a nice day'
rap 'mother fucker' lyrics butch-gay
obese and degenerate folk scream
for a police state to ensure kiwi dream
but fush and chups -god - fish with two heads
thanks to pollution: heavy metals and folk's meds
never mind says corporate Big Brother TV
at the end of day's slog you have me
on radio gay Paul Kerry and Leighton
fascist New Zealand all messed up and Clayton;
stop being a 'she'll be right' little fascist
join Malcolm and Brian Evans and resist!
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Poem Submitted: Sunday, December 18, 2011

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