.......Pity House.......

Rip the follicle vehicle of vegetal hair,

over the dried machine of cumbersome care,
slow and spitting,
down the road to the "Pity House" drive in,
3 pounds a takeaway,
a bag of sad manic malice,
stenches of malpractice,
who are the parents of these bastard days?
shift the blame to castaways,
they blame the shores today,
born to a beast of moral kidknap,
bearing the child of this vicious life trap,
to be fucked by its own,
to bear the same,
the eggs of Pity House strays.