The World Is Corrupt Poem by Mark Heathcote

The world is corrupt
And wants to corrupt
Everything it touches tonight!
We get squished, squashed
We get crushed
We get hit by boulders, rockfalls
Good-is-always swimming hard uphill
Against all oncoming currents, tides
Good is subsistence, God is deliverance
Life-lived on nothing but hope
Is like having holes in your shoes
But you have a reef of dope
Blowing your brains

But like flowers on baron soils
They're often at their most beautiful
Squished, squashed, crushed
And undernourished
You can find they're even twice as kind
The world is corrupt
And wants to corrupt
Everything it touches tonight!
But if it's filled with your love
That's fine, you-can-blow my mind
Cause when I'm-broken, I will heal twice as kind
Good is subsistence, God is deliverance
Darling, you are meek and mild
And then just evil meanness, all the time.