Too much of everything. More&more&more. Relentless.
Throw away & squander,
Shit drivelled hive minds: surfeit of Waste.
First MONEY, then POWER, then WOMEN
Fat Belly full of gold.
Come on//Give it to me//NOW!NOW!NOW!
Big zeroes my business: empty numbers my game.
The tea leaves have spoken.
The end is nigh. The END.
Broken gardens & acid tears,
A tomb for all life beneath red weeping skies.
© John Bowers 2017