You pray to angels with dirty wings,
Buy mercy and sell it,
Your rotten selfishness f*cking stinks,
Dozens of cities smell it.
Your dirty sl*ts own golden c*nts,
Justice smells just like dough,
Bribes, euro-bucks and some public stunts
At crusty First Channel's shows.
Your cash green eyes and your whiskey blood
Rule pointless decisions,
You, big knobs' dicks, are too deep in mud
Far beyond your own vision.
Newspapers vomit your ugly words,
Your promises are inflated,
The laws have turned into global swords,
The world is humiliated.
April Avalon
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/big-knobs-dicks/
