Ladies and gentlemen, let me introduce to you
A vascular malfunction
To fried foods and smog moons
Zoom in on
A community of intelligent insects
Playing poker in a lamp-post light bulb
They all wear bowler hats and smoke cheap cigars among the
Corpses of their card-playing buddies
Burned by temptations of the Industrial Revolution and
Displacement, urbanization, instant gratification, a standardized euphoria - They
Inhale the smoke from the burning exoskeletons and their cigars and
Grimace with a grizzled acidity of the
Black lung, contained in a constantly
Burning environment of nothing but sin because
This glass is opaque and this
Is anarchy because with
Nothing to fight there is
Nothing to do but