capitol hill is burning from the president superstar elect that mother fuckers got every wide angle lens jammed up his urethra television catheter rhinestone suede suit big wide bat ears to hear everyone like Orwell’s big brother but we couldn’t be more lucky to have this bright colored decoy to help us forget that bummblefuck bush. prez.peacok now sloshing around martinis and rolling in money is summoned by the house negro to alert him of the apocalypse appointment and so he pulls himself up and stumbles down the hall enjoying the last seconds of the world because its all a con to make you think the world is getting better when really they’re pulling the implode switch it’s all really grey no one is honest hail to the thief and forget the do good dying in the gutter
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